Curt. Away, you three-inch'd fool; I am no beaft.

Gru. (18) Am I but three inches? why, my horn is a foot, and so long am I at the least. But wilt thou make a fire, or shall I complain on thee to our mistress, whose hand, she being now at hand, thou shalt foon feel to thy cold comfort, for being slow in thy hot office,

Curt. I prythee, 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 fo full of conycatching.

Gru. Why, therefore, fire; for I have caught extream cald. Where's the cook? is supper ready, the house trimm'd, rulhes strew'd, cobwebs swept, the servingmen in their new fuftian, their white ftockings, and every officer his wedding garment ond be the Jacks fair within, the Jills fair without, carpets laid, and every thing in order?

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

Gru. First, know, my horse is tired, my master and mistress fall’n 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.

[Strikes bimi
Curt. This is to feel a tale, not to hear a tale.
Gru. And therefore 'tis call'd a sensible tale : And this

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cuff was but to knock at your ear, and beseech liftaing. Now I begin: Imprimis, we came down a foul hill, my mafter riding behind my mistress.

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

9.139 Gru. Tell thou the tale. But hadit thou not croft me, thou should't have heard how her horle fell, and she under her horse: Thou Thould'ít have heard in how miry a place, how she was bemoild, how he left her with the horle upon her, how he beat me because her horse ftumbled, how the waded through the dirt to plack 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 cropper; with many things of worthy memory, which now fall die in oblivion, and thou return unexperienc'd to thy grave.

Curt. By this reckoning he is more hhrew than the. :

Gru. Ay, and that thou and the proudett of you all fall find, when he comes home. But what talk I of this ? call forth Nathaniel, Joseph, Nicholas, Philip, Walter, Sugerlop, and the reft: Let their heads be fleekly comb'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.
Gru. Call them forth.

Curt. Do you hear, ho? you muf meet my mafter to countenance my mistress.

Gru. Why, she hash a face of her own.
Curt. Who knows not that?

Gru. Thou, it seems, that call'ft for company to countenance her. Curt. I call them forth to credit her.

Enter four or five Serving-nen.
Gru. Why, she comes to borrow nothing of them.
Nat. Welcome home, Grumia.-
Pbil. How now, Grumio?

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Fof. What, Grumio!
Nich. Fellow Grumio!

S.Vi plasteningoc
Nath. How now, old lad.

m wird 11 1945 fl Gru. Welcome, you; how now, you, what, you;

; fellow, you; and thus much for greeting. Now, my spròce companions, is all ready, and all things neat?

Nar. All things are ready; how near is our master

Gru:'E'en at hand, alighted by this, and therefore be not cock's passion, filence! I hear my master.

Enter Petruchio and Kate.
Peta 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 loggerheaded and unpolish'd grooms :
What? no attendance i no regard ? no ducy?
Where is the foolish knave I sent before?

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

Pet. You peasant fwain, you whorefon, malt-horse
Did not I bid chee meet me in the park, [drudge,
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'ch' heel :
There was no link to colour Peter's hat,
And Walter's dagger was not come from theathing:
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 fupper in.

[Exeunt Servants. Where is the life that late I led ?

[Singing.
Where are those-fit down, Kate,
And welcome. Soud, foud, foud, foud.

Enter Servants with supper.
Why, when, I say? nay, good sweet Kate, be merry.
Of with my boots, you rogue : you villains, when ?

It was the friar of orders grey,"

[Sings. As he forth walked on his way., Out, out, you rogue! you plock my foot awry. Take that, and mind the plucking off the other. (Strikes him. Be merry, Kate: Some water here; what hoa!

Enter one with water. Where's my spaniel Troilus? fitrah, get you hence, And bid my cousin Ferdinand come hither: One, Kate, that you must kiss, and be acquainted with. Where are my flippers ? Ahall I have some water? Come, Kate, and wash, and welcome heartily :You whoreson villain, will you let it fall?

Cath. Patience, I pray you, 'twas a fault unwilling.

Pet. A whoreson, beatle-headed, Aap-ear'd knave :
Come, Kate, fit down; I know, you have a stomach.
Will you give thanks, sweet Kate, or else fhall I?
What's this, mutton?

Ser. Yes.
Pet. Who brought it?
Ser. I.

Pet. 'Tis burnt, and so is all the meat:
What dogs are these ? where is the rascal cook ;
How durit you, villains, bring it from the dresser,
And serve is thus to me that love it not
There, take it to you, trenchers, cups and all :

(Tbrows the meat, &c. about the flage. You headless jolt-heads, and unmanner'd flaves ! What, do you grumble? I'll be with you straight.

Cath. 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 dry'd away, And I exprefly am forbid to touch it: For it engenders choler, planteth anger; And better 's were, that both of us did fast, Since, of ourselves, ourselves are cholerick, Than feed it with such over-roasted flesh: Be patient, for to-morrow't shall be mended, And for this night we'll fast for company. Come, I will bring thec to thy bridal chamber, [Exe.

Enter

Enter Servants severally.
Nath. Peter, did it ever see the like?
Peter. He kills her in her own humour.
Gru, Where is he?

Enter Curtis, a Servant.
Curt. In her chamber, making a fermon of continency

to her,
And rails and swears, and rates; that Me, poor foul,
Knows not which way to stand, to look, to speak,
And fits as one new-risen from a dream.
Away, away, for he is coming hither. Exeunt.

Enter Petruchio.
Pet. Thus have I politickly began my reign
And 'tis my hope to end successfully:
My faulcon now is sharp, and passing empty,
And till she ftoop, the 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 know her keeper's call:
That is, to watch her, as we watch these kites,
That bait 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, fome undeserved fault
I'll find about the making of the bed.
And here I'll fing the pillow, there the bolster,
This
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the coverlet, that way the Meets ;
Ay; and, amid this burly, I'll pretend,
That all is done in reverend 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 headftrong humour.
He that knows better how to tame a fhrew,
Now let him speak, 'tis charity to fhew. [Exit.

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