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As I before imparted to your Worship,
Luc. Were it not, that my fellow school-master
Tra. That by degrees we mean to look into,
Gre. As willingly as e'er I came from school.
home? Gre. A Bridegroom, say you? 'tis a groom, indeed, A grumbling groom, and that the girl shall find.
Tra. Curster than she? why, 'tis impossible.
Gre. Tut, she's a lamb, a dove, a fool to him.
This mad-brain'd Bridegroom took him such a cuff, That down fell priest and book, and book and priest. Now take them up, quoth he, if any lift.
Tra. What said the wench, when he rose up again? Gre. Trembled and shook; for why, he stamp'd
and swore, As if the Vicar meant to cozen him. But after many ceremonies done, He calls for wine: a health, quoth he; as if H'ad been aboard carousing to his Mates After a storm; quafft off the muscadel, And threw the sops all in the sexton's face ; Having no other cause, but that his beard Grew thin and hungerly, and seem'd to ask His sops as he was drinking. This done, he took The Bride about the neck, and kist her lips With such a clamorous smack, that at the parting All the church echo'd ; and I seeing this, Came thence for very shame; and after me, I know, the rout is coming : Such a mad marriage Ne er was before.-Hark, hark, I hear the minstrels.
S C E N E VII.
Enter Petruchio, Catharina, Bianca, Hortenfio,
and Baptifta. Pet. ENTLEMEN and friends, I thank
your pains :
I know, you think to dine with me to day,
Bap. Is’t pollible, you will away to night?
Pet. I must away to day, before night come. Make it no wonder ; if you knew my business, You would entreat me rather go ihan stay.
may not be.
And, honest Company, I thank you all,
Tra. Let us intreat you stay 'till after dinner.
Pet. I am content, you shall intreat me, stay ;
Cath. Now, if you love me, stay.
Gru. Ay, Sir, they be ready : * the oats have eaten the horses.
Cath. 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, while your boots are green; For me, I'll not go, 'till I please myself: 'Tis like, you'll prove a jolly surly groom, That take it on you at the first fo roundly.
Pet. O, Kate, content thee, pr’ythee, be not angry.
Cath. I will be angry; what haft thou to do ? Father, be quiet; he shall stay my leisure.
Gre. Ay, marry, Sir; now it begins to work.
Cath. Gentlemen, forward to the bridal dinner. I fee, a woman may be made a fool, If she had not a fpirit to refift.
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 maiden-head; * The oats have eaten the horses.] That is, the Distemper is so call’d.
Bę mad and merry, or go hang yourselves ;
[Exeunt Pet. and Cath. Bap. Nay, let them go, a couple of quiet ones. Gre. Went they not quickly, I should die with
Tra. Shall sweet Bianca practise how to bride it?
A CT IV.
S CE N E I.
Petruchio's Country House.
GRUM IO. PIE, fie on all tired jades, and all mad masters, and all foul
ways ! was ever man so beaten ? was ever man fo raide ? was ever man so weary? I am sent before, to make a fire; and they are coming after, to warm them: now were I not 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, confidering the weather, a taller man than I will take cold: holla, hoa, Curtis !
Gru. A piece of ice. If thou doubt it, thou may'ft 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. Oh, ay, Curtis, ay; and therefore fire, fire ; cast on no water.
Curt. Is the 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 ithath tam'd my old master, and my new mistress, and myself, fellow Curtis.
Curt. Away, you three-inch'd 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 I complain on thee to our miltress, whose hand, the being now at hand, thou shalt