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

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, me being now at hand, thou shalt foon feel to thy cold comfort, for being slow in thy hot office. Curt. , me,

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Gru. A cold world, Curtis, in every office but thine; and therefore fire: Do thy duty, and have thy duty; for my matter 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 extream cold. Where's the cook? is supper ready, the house trimm'd, ruhes Arew'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 Fills 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 faddles 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 liftning. 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 horse.

Gru. Tell thou the tale. But hadit thou not crott me, thou should'st have heard how her horle fell, and she under her horse: Thou hould'ít have heard in how. miry a place, how she was bemoild, how he left her with the horse upon her, how he beat me because her horse ftumbled, how the waded through the dirc co plack him off me; how he fwore, how she pray'd that never pray'd before; how I cry'd, how the horses ran away; how hier bridle was burst, how I lost my cropper; with many things of worthy memory, which now thall die in oblivion, and thou return unexperienc'd to thy grave.

Curt. By this reckoning he is more frew than the..

Gru. Ay, and that thou and the proudett of you all shall 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 combid, cheir blue coats brush'd, and their garters of an indifferent knit; let them curt'fy with their left legs, and not presume to touch a hair of master's horle 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 mafer to countenance my mistress.

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

Gru. Thou, it seems, that call'f 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, Grumiq.-
Pbil. How now, Grumio?

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Fof. What, Grumio!
Nich. Fellow Grumio!

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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 ?

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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 slippers ? Iall I have some water?
Come, Kate, and wash, and welcome heartily :
You whoreson villain, will you let it fall?

Catb. 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 shall I?
What's this, mutton ?

į 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 durft you, villains, bring it from the dresser,
And serve it 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 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.

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 'owere, that both of us did falt,
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 thee to thy bridal chamber, [Exe.

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Enter Servants severally.
Nath. Peter, didst 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 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.

Enter Petruchio.
Pa. Thus have I politickly begun my reign,
And 'tis my hope to end successfully:
My faulcon now is sharp, and pasting 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 flept 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 fling the pillow, there the bolster,
This way the coverlet, that way the sheets;
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 the 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 headstrong humour.
He that knows better how to tame a shrew,
Now let him speak, 'tis charity to thew. [Exit.

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