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foon feel to thy cold comfort, for being flow 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 trimm'd, rushes strew'd, cobwebs swept, the servingmen in their new fustian, their white stockings, and every officer his wedding garment on ; * 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 him. Curt. This is to feel a tale, not to hear a tale.

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

Curt. Both on one horse?

my mistress.

* Be the Jacks fair within, the Jills fair without?) i. c. Are the drinking Vessels clean, and the Maid-Servants dresd ?


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

Gru. Tell thou the tale- -But hadst thou not crost me, thou should'At have heard how her horse fell, and she under her horse: thou should'st have heard in how miry a place, how she was bemoid, how he left her with the horse upon her, how he beat me because her horse Itumbled, 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; with many things of worthy memory, which now shall die in oblivion, and thou return unexperienc'd to thy grave.

Curt. By this reckoning he is more shrew then 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, Walier, Sugarsop, and the rest: let their heads be sleekly 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 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'st 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. Nat. 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 fpruce companions, is all ready, and all things neat?

Nat. All things are 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 mas.

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Enter Petruchio and Kate.
Pet. HERE be these knaves ? what, no man at

door to hold my ftirrup, nor to take my horse ? where is Nathaniel, Gregory, Philip?

AU Serv. Here, here, Sir; here, Sir.

Pet. Here, Sir, here, Sir, here, Sir, 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, Sir, 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' th' 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 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 Servants.
Where is the life that late I led?



IVhere are those-fit down, Kate,
And welcome. Soud, foud, soud, foud!

Enter Servants with Supper.
Why, when, I say? nay, good sweet Kate, be merry.
Off 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 pluck 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? Girrah, get you hence, And bid my cousin Ferdinand come hither : One, Kate, that you must kiss, and be acquainted with. Where are my flippers ? fhall 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, flap-ear'd knave : Come, Kate, fit down; I know, you have a ftomach. Will you give thanks, sweet Kate, or else shall I? What's this, mutton ?

I 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 it thus to me that love it not ?
There, take it to you, trenchers, caps and all:

Throws the meat, &c. about the Stage. You heedless jolt-heads, and unmanner'd llaves ! 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 expresly 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, for to-morrow't shall be mended, And for this night we'll fast for company. Come, I will bring thee to thy bridal chamber. (Exe.

Enter Servants severally. Nath. Peter, didit 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 sermon of conti

nency to her, And rails and fwears, and rates; that she, poor soul, Knows not which way to stand, to look, to speak, And sits as one new-risen from a dream. Away, away, for he is coming hither. [Exeunt.


Pt. T

Enter Petruchio.
HU S have I politicly begun my reign,

And 'tis my hope to end successfully:
My faulcon now is sharp, and passing empty,
And till she stoop, she must not be full-gorg'd,
For then she never looks


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.


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