Grum. Oh, ay, Curtis, ay, and therefore, fire, fire; cast

on no water.

Curt. Is she so hot a shrew as she's reported?

Grum. She was, good Curtis, before the frost; but thou know'st Winter tames men, woman, and beast, for it hath tam'd my old master, and my new mistress, and myself, fellow Curtis.

Curt. Away you thick-pated-fool, I am no beast.

Grum. Where's the cock? Is supper ready, the house trim'd rushes strew'd, cobwebs swept, the serving-men in their new fustain, their white stockings, and every officer his wedding garments on? Be the Jack's fair within, the Jill's fair without, carpets laid, and every thing in order? Cuirt. All ready: and therefore, I pray thee, what news? Grum. First know my horse is tired, my master and mistress fall'n out.

Curt. How.

Grum. Out of their saddles into the dirt: and thereby hangsa tale.

Curt. I et's ha't, good Grumio.

Grum. Lend thine ear.

Curt. Here.

Grum. There.

Curt. This is to feel a tale, not to hear a tale.

[Strikes bim.

Grum. And therefore is call'd a sensible tale: and this cuff was but to knock at your ear, and beseech listning. Now I begin imprimis, we came down a foul hill, my master riding behind my mistress

Curt. Both on one horse !

Grum. What's that to thee? tell thou the tale. But hadst thou not crost me, thou should'st have heard how her horse fell, and she under her horse; thou shouldst have heard in how merry a place, how she was bemoild, how he left her with her horse upon her, how he beat me because her horse stumbled, how she waded through the dirt to pluck him off me; how he swore, how she pray'd, that never pray'd before, how I cry'd, how the horses ran away, how her bridle was burst, how I lost my crupper; how my mistress lost her slippers, tore and bemir'd her garments, limp'd to the 'farm-house, put on Rebecca's old shoes and petticoat; with many things worthy of memory, which now shall die, in oblivion, and thou return unexperienc'd to thy grave.

Curt. By this reckoning he is more shrew than she.

Grum.

Grum. Ay, for the nonce-and that, thou and the proudest of you all shall find, when he comes home. But what talk I of this? call forth Nathaniel, Joseph, Nicholas, Philip, Walter, Sugarsop, and the rest: let their heads be sleekcom'd, their blue coats brush'd, and their garters of an indifferent knit; let them curt'sy with their left legs, and not presume to touch a hair of my master's horse tail, till they kiss their hands. Are they all ready?

Curt. They are.

Grum. Call them forth.

Curt. Do you hear, ho! Nathaniel, Joseph, Nicholas, etc. Where are you?

Enter NATHANIEL, PHILIP, etc.

Nath. Welcome home, Grumio.

Phil. How now, Grumio?

Pet. What, Grumio!

Nich. Fellow Grumio!

Nath. How now, old lad!

Grum. Welcome you; how now, you; what you; fellow you; and thus much for greeting.

Now, my spruce

companions, is all ready, and all things neat?

Nath. All thing are ready, how near is our master? Grum. E'en at hand, alighted by this; and therefore be not cock's passion! Silence, I hear my master.

Enter PETRUCHIO and CATHARINE.

Pet. Where are these knaves? What, no man at door to hold my stirrup, nor to take my horse? where is Nathaniel Gregory. Philip?

All-Servants. Here, here, Sir; here, Sir.

Pet. Here, Sir; here, Sir; here, Sir; here, Sir; You loggerheaded, and unpolish'd groo:ns:

What no attendance, no regard, no duty?

Where is the foolish knave I sent before?

Grum. Here, Sir, as foolish as I was before.

Pet. You peasant swain, you whoreson malt-horse drudge, did I not bid thee meet me in the park,

And bring along these rascal knaves with thee?

Grum. Nathaniel's coat, Sir, was not fully made:
And Gabriel's pumps were all unpink i' th' heel:
There was no link to colour Peter's hat,

And Walter's dagger was not come from sheathing:
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There were none fine but Adam, Ralph, and Gregory;
The rest were ragged, old, and beggarly:

Yet as they are, here are they come to meet you.
Pet. Go, rascals, go, and fetch my supper in.

(Sings.)

"Where is the life that late I led ?

[Exeunt servants.

"Where are those"- -Sit down, Kate,

And welcome.

"Soud, soud, soud, soud."

Enter servants with Supper.

Why, when, I say? Nay, good sweet Kate, be merry.
Off with my boots you rogue: you villains, when !.

(Sings.)

"It was a fryar of orders grey

"As he forth walked on his way."

Out, out, you rogue: you pluck my foot awry.
Take that, and mind the plucking of the other.

[Strikes bim.

Be merry, Kate; some water here. What hoa!
Where's my spaniel Troilus? Sirrah, get you hence,
And bid my cousin Ferdinand come hither:
One, Kate, that you must kiss and be acquainted with.
Where are my slippers?-Shall I have some water?

Enter a Servant with Water.

Come, Kate, and wash, and welcome heartily.

[Servants lets fall the water. You whoreson villain, will you let it fall?

Catb. Patience, I pray you, 'twas a fault unwilling. Pet. A whoreson, beetle-headed, flap-ear'd knave? Come, Kate, sit down; I know you have a stomach. Catb. Indeed I have:

And never was repast so welcome to me.

Pet. Will you give thanks, sweet Kate, or else shall I ? What's this, mutton?

Serv. Yes.

Pet. Who brought it?

Serv. I.

Pet. 'Tis burnt, and so is all the meat

What dogs are these! Where is the rascal cook?

How durst you, villain, bring it from the dresser,

And serve it thus to me, that love it not?
There; take it to you, trenchers, cups, and all.

[Throws the meat, etc. about. You heedless jolt heads, and unmanner'd slaves. What, do you grumble? I'll be with you straight.

[Exeunt all the servants.

Cath. I pray you, husband, be not so disquiet,
The meat was well, and well I could have eat,
If you were so disposed; I'm sick with fasting.
Pet I tell thee, Kate, 'twas burnt and dry'd away,
And I expressly am forbid to touch it :
For it engenders choler, planteth anger;
And better it were that both of us did fast,
Since of ourselves, ourselves are choleric,
Than feed it with such over-roasted flesh-
Be patient; to-morrow it shall be mended,
And for this night, we'll fast for company.
Come, I will bring thee to thy bridal-chamber.
Enter NATHANIEL and PETER.

Nath. Peter, didst thou ever see the like?

[Exeany.

Pet. He kills her in his own humour. I did not think so good and kind a master cou'd have put on so resolute a bearing.

Grum. Where is he?

Enter CURTIS.

Curt. In her chamber, making a sermon of continency to her, and rails, and swears, and rates; and she, poor soul knows not which way to stand, to speak; and sits as one new risen from a dream. Away, away, for he is coming hither. Exeunt.

Enter PETRUCHIO.

Thus have I, politickly, begun my reign;
And 'tis my hope to end successfully:
My falcon now is sharp, and passing empty;
And till she stoop, she must not be full gorg'd,
For then she never looks upon her lure.
Another way I have to man my haggard,
To make her come, and keep her keeper's ali:
That is, to watch her, as we watch these kites,
That bit and beat, and will not be obedient.
She eat no meat to-day, nor none shall eat:
Last night she slept not, nor to-night shall not;

As with the meat, some undeserved fault
I'll find about the making of the bed;
And here I'll fling the pillow, there the bolster,
This way the coverlet ; that way the sheets;
Ayc, and amid' this hurly, I'll pretend
That all is done in rev'rent care of her;
And in conclusion she shall watch all night:
And if she chance to nod, I'll rail and brawl,
And with the clamour keep her still awake.
This is a way to kill a wife with kindness,

And thus I'll curb her mad and head-strong humour-
He that knows better how to tame a shrew,
Now let him speak; 'tis charity to shew.

ACT III.

Enter CATHARINE and GRUMIO.

GRUMIO.

O, no, forsooth, I dare not for my life,

[Exit.

[pears;

No, Cat. The more my wrong, the more his spite ap

What! did he marry me to famish me?
Beggars that come unto my father's door,
Upon intreaty have a present alms;
If not, elsewhere they meet with charity:
But I who never knew how to intreat,

Nor ever needed that I should intreat,

Am starv'd for meat, giddy for lack of sleep;

With oaths kept waking, and with brawling fed;

And that which spights me more than all these wants,
He does it under name of perfect love:

As who would say, if I should sleep or eat
'Twere deadly sickness or else present death!
I pr'ythee go and get me some repast;
I care not what, so it be wholesome food.
Grum. What say you to a neat's foot?

Cath. 'Tis passing good; I pr'ythee let me have it.
Grum. I fear, it is too flegmatic a meat;

How say you to a fat tripe, finely boil'd?

Catb. I like it well; good Grumio, fetch it me. Grum. I cannot tell ;-I fear, its choleric: What say you to a piece of beef and musta:d? Catb. A dish that I do love to feed upon. Grum. Aye, but the mustard is too hot a little.

Cath,