-Grumio,

That stops my way in Padua..

Draw forth thy weapon, we're beset with thieves ;
Rescue thy mistress, if thou be a man :—

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

[Exeunt PETRUCHIO, KATHARINE, and GRUMIO. Bap. Nay, let them go, a couple of quiet ones.

Gre. Went they not quickly, I should die with laugh, ing.

Tra. Of all mad matches, never was the like!

Luc. Mistress, what's your opinion of your sister?
Bian. That, being mad herself, fhe's madly mated.
Gre. I warrant him, Petruchio is Kated.

Bap. Neighbours and friends, though bride and bridegroom wants

For to fupply 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 fifter's room.

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

[Exeunt.

ACT

Tewing of the Throw

Act. 4. Scene. 1.

Published Sep.1.1799 by Vernor & Hood Poultry.

ACT IV. SCENE I.

A Hall in Petruchio's Country Houfe.

Enter GRUMIO.

Gru. Fie, fie, on all tired jades! on all mad masters ! and all foul ways! Was ever man fo beaten? was ever man fo ray'd? was ever man fo weary? I am fent before to make a fire, and they are coming after to warm them. Now, were not I a little pot, and foon 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 myfelf; for, confidering the weather, a taller man than I will take cold. Holla, hoa! Curtis!

Enter CURTIS,

Curt. Who is that calls fo coldly?

Gru. A piece of ice: If thou doubt it, thou may'st flide from my fhoulder 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; caft

on no water.

Curt. Is the fo hot a fhrew 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 tam'd my old master, and my new miftrefs, and myself, fellow Curtis.

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

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Gru

Gru. Am I but three inches? why, thy horn is a foot; and fo long am I, at the leaft. But wilt thou make a fire, or fhall I complain on thee to our mistress, whofe hand (fhe being now at hand,) thou shalt soon 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 mafter 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 extreme cold. Where's the cook? is fupper ready, the house trimm'd, rushes ftrew'd, cobwebs fwept; the fervingmen in their new fuftian, their white ftockings, and every officer his wedding-garment on? Be the jacks fair within, the jills fair without, the carpets laid, and every thing in order?

Curt. All ready; And therefore, I pray thee, news? Gru. First, know, my horfe is tired; my mafter and miftrefs fallen out,

Curt. How?

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

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

Gru, Lend thine ear.

Curt. Here.

Gru. There.

[Striking bim.

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

Gru. And therefore 'tis called, a fenfible tale