Pet. I must away to-day, before night come:-
Make it no wonder; if you knew my business,
You would entreat me rather go than stay.
And, honest company, I thank you all,
That have beheld me give away myself
To this most patient, sweet, and virtuous wife:
Dine with my father, drink a health to me;
For I must hence, and farewell to you all.

Tra. Let us entreat you stay till after dinner.
Pet. It may not be.

Gre. Let me entreat you.

Pet. It cannot be.

Kath. Let me entreat you.

Pet. I am content.

Kath. Are you content to stay?

Pet. I am content you shall entreat me stay;

But yet not stay, entreat me how you can.

Kath. Now, if you love me, stay.

Pet. Grumio, my horses.

Gru. Ay, Sir, they be ready; the oats have eaten the horses. Kath. Nay, then,

Do what thou canst, I will not go to-day;

No, nor to-morrow, nor till I please myself.

The door is open, Sir, there lies your way,

You may be jogging, whiles your boots are green;
For me, I'll not be gone, till I please myself:-
"Tis like, you'll prove a jolly surly groom,
That take it on you at the first so roundly.

Pet. O, Kate, content thee; pr'ythee, be angry.
Kath. I will be angry; What hast thou to do?-
Father, be quiet; he shall stay my leisure.

Gre. Ay, marry, Sir: now it begins to work.
Kath. Gentlemen, forward to the bridal dinner :-
I see, a woman may be made a fool,

If she had not a spirit to resist.

Pet. They shall go forward, Kate, at thy command:-
Obey the bride, you that attend on her:

Go to the feast, revel and domineer,*
Carouse full measure to her maidenhead,
Be mad and merry, -or go hang yourselves;
But for my bonny Kate, she must with me.

Nay, look not big, nor stamp, nor stare, nor fret;
I will be master of what is mine own:

She is my goods, my chattels; she is my house,
My household-stuff, my field, my barn,

My horse, my ox, my ass, my anything;
And here she stands, touch her whoever dare;
I'll bring my action on the proudest he
That stops my way in Padua.- -Grumio,
Draw forth thy weapon, we're beset with thieves;
Rescue thy mistress, if thou be a man :--

* Bluster.

Fear not, sweet wench, they shall not touch thee, Kate;
I'll buckler thee against a million.

[Exeunt PETRUCHIO, KATHARINA, and GRUMIO.

Bap. Nay, let them go, a couple of quiet ones.

Gre. Went they not quickly, I should die with laughing.
Tra. Of all mad matches, never was the like!

Luc. Mistress, what's your opinion of your sister?

Bian. That, being mad herself, she's madly mated.

Gre. I warrant him, Petruchio is Kated.

Bap. Neighbours and friends, though bride and bridegroom wants

For to supply the places at the table,

You know, there wants no junkets* at the feast ;-
Lucentio, you shall supply the bridegroom's place;
And let Bianca take her sister's room.

Tra. Shall sweet Bianca practise how to bride it?
Bap. She shall, Lucentio.-Come, gentlemen, let's go.

[Exeunt.

ACT IV.

SCENE I-A Hall in PETRUCHIO's Country House.

Enter GRUMIO.

Gru. Fie, fie, on all tired jades! on all mad masters! and all foul ways; Was ever man so beaten? was ever man so rayed? was ever man so weary? I am sent before to make a fire, and they are coming after to warm them. Now, were not I a little pot, and soon hot, my very lips might freeze to my teeth, my tongue to the roof of my mouth, my heart in my belly, ere I should come by a fire to thaw me:-But, I, with blowing the fire, shall warm myself; for, considering the weather, a taller man than I will take cold. Holla, hoa! Curtis !

Enter CURTIS.

Curt. Who's that, calls so coldly?

Gru. A piece of ice: If thou doubt it, thou mayst slide from my shoulder to my heel, with no greater a run but my head and my neck. A fire, good Curtis.

Curt. Is my master and his wife coming, Grumio?

Gru. O, ay, Curtis, ay: and therefore fire, fire; cast on no water.

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

Gru. She was, good Curtis, before this frost: but, thou know'st, winter tames man, woman, and beast; for it hath tamed my old master, and my new mistress, and myself, fellow Curtis.

Curt. Away, you three-inch fool! I am no beast.

Gru. Am I but three inches? why, thy horn is a foot; and so long am I, at the least. But wilt thou make a fire, or shall

*Delicacies.

+ Bewrayed; dirtied.

I complain on thee to our mistress, whose hand (she being now at hand) thou shalt soon feel, to thy cold comfort, for being slow in thy hot office.

Curt. I pr'ythee, good Grumio, tell me, How goes the world? Gru. A cold world, Curtis, in every office but thine; and, therefore, fire: Do thy duty, and have thy duty; for my master and mistress are almost frozen to death.

Curt. There's fire ready; And therefore, good Grumio, the news?

Gru. Why Jack boy! ho boy !* and as much news as thou wilt. Curt. Come, you are so full of conycatching:

Gru. Why therefore, fire; for I have caught extreme cold. Where's the cook? is supper ready, the house trimmed, rushes strewed, cobwebs swept; the serving-men in their new fustian, their white stockings, and every officer his wedding-garment on? Be the jackst fair within, the jillst fair without, the carpets§ laid, and everything in order?

Curt. All ready; And therefore, I pray thee, news?

Gru. First, know, my horse is tired; my master and mistress fallen out.

Curt. How!

Gru. Out of their saddles into the dirt; And thereby hangs a tale.

Curt. Let's ha't, Good Grumio.

Gru. Lend thine ear.

Curt. Here.

Gru. There.

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

[Striking him.

Gru. And therefore 'tis called a sensible tale: and this cuff was but to knock at your ear, and beseech listening. Now I begin: Imprimis, we came down a foul hill, my master riding behind my mistress :---

Curt. Both on one horse ?
Gru. What's that to thee?
Curt. Why, a horse.

Gru. Tell thou the tale :: -But hadst thou not crossed me, thou shouldst have heard how her horse fell, and she under her horse; thou shouldst have heard, in how míry a place; how she was bemoiled; how he left her with the 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 prayedthat never prayed before; how I cried; how the horses ran away; how her bridle was burst; how I lost my crupper;— with many things of worthy memory; which now shall die in oblivion, and thou return unexperienced to thy grave.

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

Gru. Ay; 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 sleekly combed, their blue coats brushed,

* The commencement of an old catch.

Women servants.

VOL. II.

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+ (Drinking.) Table carpets or cloths.

and their garters of an indifferent* knit; let them curtsey 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.

Gru. Call them forth.

Curt. Do you hear, ho? you must meet my master, to countenance my mistress.

Gru. Why, she hath a face of her own.

Curt. Who knows not that?

Gru. Thou, it seems; that callest for company to countenance her.

Curt. I call them forth to credit her.

Gru. Why, she comes to borrow nothing of them.

Enter several SERVANTS.

Nath. Welcome home, Grumio.

Phil. How now, Grumio?

Jos. What, Grumio!

Nich. Fellow Grumio!

Nath. How now, old lad?

Gru. 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 things is ready: How near is our master?

Gru. E'en at hand, alighted by this; and therefore be not,Cock's passion, silence!I hear my master.

Enter PETRUCHIO and KATHARINA.

Pet. Where be these knaves? What, no man at door, To hold my stirrup, nor to take my horse!

Where is Nathaniel, Gregory, Philip?

All Serv. Here, here, Sir; here, Sir.

Pet. Here, Sir! here, Sir! here, Sir, here Sir !—
You logger-headed and unpolished grooms!
What, no attendance? no regard? no duty ?-
Where is the foolish knave I sent before?

Gru. 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?
Gru. Nathaniel's coat, Sir, was not fully made,

And Gabriel's pumps were all unpink'd i' the heel;

There was no linkt to colour Peter's hat,

And Walter's dagger was not come from sheathing:
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.-
[Exeunt some of the SERVANTS.

*Of different fashion,

A torch of pitch.

Where is the life that late I led-
Where are those

-Sit down, Kate, and welcome.

Soud, soud, soud, soud!*

Re-enter SERVANTS, with supper.

Why, when, I say?-Nay, good sweet Kate, be merry.
Off with my boots, you rogues, you villains; When?

It was the friar of orders grey,

As he forth walked on his way:

Out, out, you rogue! you pluck my foot awry:

[Sings.

[Sings.

Take that, and mend the plucking off the other.- [Strikes him.
Be merry, Kate:-Some water, here; what, ho!-
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?

[Exit SERVANT.

[A basin is presented to him.

Come, Kate, and wash, and welcome heartily:

[SERVANT lets the ewer fall.
[Strikes him.

You whoreson villain! will you let it fall?
Kath. Patience, I pray you; 'twas a fault unwilling.
Pet. A whoreson, beetleheaded, flap-ear'd knave!
Come, Kate, sit down; I know you have a stomach.
Will you give thanks, sweet Kate; or else shall I ?-
What is this? mutton?

1 Serv. Ay.

Pet. Who brought it?

1 Serv. I.

Pet. "Tis burnt; and so is all the meat:

What dogs are these ?-Where is the rascal cook?
How durst you, villains, 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, &c. about the stage.
You headless joltheads, and unmanner'd slaves!
What, do you grumble? I'll be with you straight.
Kath. I pray you, husband, be not so disquiet;
The meat was well, if you were so contented.

Pet. I tell thee, Kate, 'twas burnt and dried away; And I expressly am forbid to touch it.

For it engenders choler, planteth anger;

And better 'twere, 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.

[Exeunt PETRUCHIO, KATHARINA, and CURTIS. Nath. [Advancing.] Peter, didst ever see the like ? Pet. He kills her in her own humour.

* An expression to convey heat and fatigue.