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the Jacks fair within, the Jills fair without, carpets laid, and every thing in order?

Curt. All ready: and therefore, I pray. chee, what news?

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

Curt. How?

Gru. Our of their faddles into the dirt; and there by hangs a tale.

Curt. Let's, ha't, good Grumio.
Gru. Lend thine ear.
Curt. Here.
Gru. There.

[Strikes him. Curt. This is to feel a tale, not to hear a tale.

Gru. And therefore 'cis call'd a sensible tale : and this cuff was but to knock at your ear, and beseech liftning. Now I begin : Inprimis, 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 hadít thou not cross'd me, thou should'st have heard how her horse fell, and she under her horse: thou should'st have heard in how miry.a place:, how. she was bemoild ; how he left her with the horse upon her ; how he beac 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 the horses ran away; how her bridle was burst; how I lofti my crupper; with many things of worthy me,

-bow he fawore,

And how she pray'd, ihat never pray'd before.] These Mnes, with little variation, are found in the old copy of K. Leir, published before that of Shakespeare, STEVENS.


mory; which now shall die in oblivion, and thou return unexperienc'd to thy grave. Curt. By this reckoning

he is more shrew than she. Gru. Ay; and that you 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 Neekly comb'd, their blue coats brush'd, and their garters of an indifferent knit : let them curtsy 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 call’ft for company to countenance her. Curt. I call them forth to credit her.

Enter four or five serving-men. Gru. Why, she comes to borrow nothing of them. Nath. Welcome home, Grumio. Phil. How now, Grumio ? Jof. 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?

garters of an indifferent knit.) What is the sense of this I know not, unless it means, that their garters lould be fellows; indifferent, or not different, one from the other. JOHNSON.



Nath. All things are ready: how near is our master?

Gru. E'en at hand, alighted by this; and therefore be not-cock's passion, plence !--I hear

my master.

Enter Petruchio and Kate.
Pet. Where be these knaves ? What, no man at

the door,
To hold my stirrup, nor to take my horse?
Where is Nathaniel, Gregory, Philip?

All Serv. Here, here, sir; here, sir.

Pet. Heie, sir! here, sir! here, fir! here, sir !
You loggerheaded and unpolish'd grooms!
What? no attendance? no regard ? no duty ?
Where is the foolish knave I sent before ?

Gru. Here, Gir; as foolish as I was before.
Pet. You peasant swain! you whoreson, malt-horse

Did not I 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 link, to colour Peter's hat;:
And Walter's dagger was not come from sheathing:
There were none fine, but Adam, Ralph, and Gre-

The rest were ragged, old, and beggarly ;
Yet, as they are, here are they come to meet you.
Pei. Go, rascals, go, and fetch my supper in.

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

[Singing. -no link to colour Peter's hat,] Link, I believe, is the fame with what we now call lamp-black. JOHNSON.

A Link is a torch of pitch. Greene, in his Mihil Mumchance, says—“This cozenage is used likewise in selling olde hats found upon dunghills instead of newe, blackt over with the smoake of an olde linke," STEVENS. VOL. III.



Where are those fit down, Kate,
And welcome. Soud, soud, soud, soud !

Re-enter Servants with fupper.
Why, when, I say? nay, good sweet Katė, be merry.
Off with my boots, you rogues : you villains, when?

It was the friar of orders grey, [Sings.
As be forth walked on his way :--

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Out, you rogue, you pluck my foot awry.
Take that, and mend the plucking off the other.

Strikes bim. Be merry, Kate : Some water, here ; what ho!

Enter one with water.

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 Nippers ? Shall I have some water?

Soud, ford, &c.) Thát is, sweet, sweet. Sot, and fometimes focth, is sweet. So in Milton, to sing foorbly, is, to fing sweetly. JOHNSON.

' It was the friar of orders grey.] Dispersed through Shakespeare's plays are many little fragments of ancient ballads, the entire copies of which cannot now be recovered. Many of these being of the most beautiful and pathetic fimplicity, Dr.Percy has fe. lected some of them, and connected them together with a few sup plemental stanzas; a work, which at once thews his own poeti. cal abilities, as well as his respect to the truly venerable remains of our most ancient bards. STEEVENS.

3 And bid my cousin Ferdinand come hither. ] This coufin Ferdipand, who does not make his personal appearance on the fcene, is mentioned, I suppose, for no other reason than to give Catharine a hint, that he could keep even his own relations in order, and make them obedient as his spaniel to his commands.



Come, Kate, and wash, and welcome heartily :
You, whorefon villain! will you let it fall ?

Catb. Patience, I pray you ; 'twas a fault unwilling:

Per. A whoreson, beetle-headed, Aap ear'd knave! Come, Kate, sit down ; I know, you have a stomach. Will you give thanks, sweet Kate; or else shall I ? What's this ? mutton ?

I Ser. Ay.
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,
Ard serve it thus to me that love it not?
There, take it to you, trenchers, cups and all :

[T brows the meat, &c. about the stage. You heedless jolt-heads, and unmanner'd Naves ! 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.

Per. 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 'twere, that both of us did fast, Since, of ourselves, ourselves are cholerick, Than feed it with such over-roasted flesh. Be patient, to-morrow it fhaH be mended, And, for this night, we'll fast for company. Come, I will bring thee to thy bridal chamber.

[Exeurt. Enter Servants severally. Nath. Peter, didft ever see the like? Peter. He kills her in her own humour. Grk. Where is he?

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