Gru. Call them forth.

Gurt. Do you hear, ho? you must meet to countenance my mistress.

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

my mafter

Gru. Thou, it feems, that call'ft for company to countenance her.

-Curt. I call them forth to credit her.

Euter four or five ferving-men.

Gru. Why, fhe 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 mafter? Gru. E'en at hand, alighted by this; and therefore be not cock's paffion, filence! I hear my

mafter.

SCENE II. Enter Petruchio and Kate..

Pet. Where be thefe knaves? what, no man at door to hold my ftirrup, nor to take my horfe? 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? no regard? no duty? Where is the foolish knave I fent before?

Gru. Here, Sir, as foolish as I was before.

Pet. You peafant fwain, you whorefon, malt-horfe Did I not bid thee meet me in the park, [drudge, And bring along thefe rafcal 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

There were none fine, but Adam, Ralph, and Gregory;
The reft were ragged, old, and beggarly;

Yet as they are, here are they come to meet you.
Pet. Go, rafcals, go, and fetch my supper in.

Where is the life that late I led ?

Where are thofe

And welcome.

[Exeunt fervants. [Singing.

Sit down, Kate,

Soud, foud, foud, foud!

Enter Servants with Supper.

Why, when, I fay? nay, good fweet Kate, be merry.
Off with my boots, you rogue! you villains, when?

It was the friar of orders grey,
As he forth walked on his way.

[Sings.

Out, out, you rogue! you pluck my foot awry.
Take that, and mind the plucking off the other.
[Strikes him.
Be merry, Kate: fome water, here; what, hoa!
Enter one with water.

Where's my spaniel Troilus? firrah, get you hence,.
And bid my coufin Ferdinand come hither;

One, Kate, that you must kifs, and be acqainted with.
Where are my flippers? fhall I have fome water?
Come, Kate, and wafh, and welcome heartily:
You whorefon villain, will you let it fall?

Cath. Patience, I pray you, 'twas a fault unwilling. Pet. A whorefon, beatle-headed, flap-ear'd knave: Come, Kate, fit down; I know you have a stomach. Will you give thanks, fweet Kate, or elfe fhall I? What's this, mutton?

1 Serv. Yes.

Pet. Who brought it?

Serv. I.

Pet. 'Tis burnt, and fo is all the meat:
What dogs are thefe? where is the rafcal cook ?
How durft you, villains, bring it from the dreffer,
And ferve it thus to me that love it not?
There, take it to you, trenchers, cups, and all.

[Throws the meat, &c. about the ftage. You heedlefs jolt heads, and unmanner'd flaves! What,

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What, do you grumble? I'll be with you straight.
Cath. I pray you, hufband, be not fo diiquiet;
The meat was well, if you were to contented.

Pet. I tell thee, Kate, 'twas burnt and dry d away.
And I exprefly am forbid to touch it :
For it ingenders choler, planteth anger;
And better 'twere that both of us did fast,
Since, of ourselves, ourselves are choleric,
Than feed it with fuch over-roated flesh.
Be patient, for to-morrow t fhall be mended,
And for this night we'll faft for company.
Come, I will bring thee to thy bridal chamber. [Exeunt.
Enter fervants feverally.

Nath. Peter, didft ever see the like?
Peter. He kills her in her own humour,
Gru. Where is he?

Enter Curtis, a fervant.

Curt. In her chamber, making a fermon of continency to her,

And rails, and fwears, and rates; that she, poor foul, Knows not which way to stand, to look, to speak; And fits as one new rifen from a dream.

Away, away, for he is coming hither.

[Exeunt.

Enter Petruchio.

Pet. Thus have I politicly begun my reign,
And 'tis my hope to end fuccessfully:
My faulcon now is fharp, and paling empty;
And till the ftoop, fhe muft not be full-gorge'd,
For then fhe 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 theie kites,
That bait and beat, and will not be obedient.
She ate no meat to-day, .nor none shall eat.
Laft night fhe flept not, nor to-night fhall not:
As with the meat fome undeferved fault
I'll find about the making of the bed.

And here I'll fling the pillow, there the bolter,
This way the coverlet, that way the sheets;
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Ay;

Ay; and, amid this hurly, I'll pretend,
That all is done in reverend care of her;
And, in conclufion, the fhall 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 headftrong humour.
He that knows better how to tame a fhrew,
Now let him fpeak, 'tis charity to fhew.

[Exit.

SCENE IV. Before Baptifta's houfe.
Enter Tranio and Hortenfio.

Tra. Is't poffible, friend Licio, that Bianca
Doth fancy any other but Lucentio ?
I tell you, Sir, fhe bears me fair in hand.
Hor. To fatisfy you, Sir, in what I faid,
Stand by, and mark the manner of his teaching.
[They stand by.

Enter Bianca and Lucentio.

Luc. Now, Miftrefs, profit you in what you read? Bian. What, Master, read you? first resolve me that. Luc. I read that I profess, the art of love. Bian. And may you prove, Sir, mafter of your art! Luc. While you, fweet dear, prove mistress of my [They retire backward. Hor. Quick proceeders! marry now, tell me, I pray, you that durft fwear that your mistress Bianca lov'd none in the world fo well as Lucentio.

heart.

Tra. Defpightful Love, unconftant womankind! I tell thee, Licio, this is wonderful.

Hor. Miftake no more, I am not Licio,

Nor a mufician, as I feem to be;
But one that feorn to live in this disguise
For fuch a one as leaves a gentleman,
And makes a god of fuchi à cullion :
Know, Sir, that I am call'd Hortenfio.

Tra. Signior Hortenfio, I have often heard

Of your entire affection to Bianca ;

And fince mine eyes are witnefs of her lightnefs,
I will with you, if you be fo contents,

Forfwear

Forfwear Bianca and her love for ever.

Signior Lu[centio,

Hor. See, how they kifs and court!
Here is my hand, and here I firmly vow
Never to woo her more; but do forfwear her,
As one unworthy all the former favours
That I have fondly flatter'd her withal.

Tra. And here I take the like unfeigned oath,
Never to marry her, tho' fhe intreat.

Fie on her fee, how beastly the doth court him.
Her. 'Would all the world, but he, had quite forfworn
For me, that I may furely keep mine oath,

I will be married to a wealthy widow

[her!

Ere three days país, which has as long lov'd me,
As I have lov'd this proud difdainful haggard.
And fo farewel, Signior Lucentio,

Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks,
Shall win my love and fo I take my leave,
In refolution as I fwore before.

[Exit. Hor.

with fuch grace,

Tra. Miftrefs Bianca, blefs you
As 'longeth to a lover's bleffed cafe:

Nay, I have ta'en you napping, gentle Love,
And have forfworn you with Hortenfio..

[Lucentio and Bianca come forward.

Bian. Tranio, you jeft: but have you both forfworn.

Tra. Miftrefs, we have.

Luc. Then we are rid of Licio.

Tra. I'faith, he'll have a lufty widow now,

That fhall be woo'd and wedded in a day.

Bian. God give him joy!

Tra. Ay, and he'll tame her.

Bian. He fays fo, Tranio...

[me?

Tra. 'Faith, he's gone into the taming-fchool. Bian. The taming-fchool? what is there fuch a place?

Tra. Ay, Miftrefs, and Petruchio is the mafter; That teacheth tricks eleven and twenty long, To tame a few, and charm her chattering tongue.

SCENE V. Enter Biondello, running. Bion. Oh Mafter, Mafter, I have watch'd fo long, That I am dog-weary; but at last I spy'd

An ancient engle, going down the hill,

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Will