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Of greater sums than I have promised:
Luc. Were it not, that my fellow school-matter
Tra. That by degrees we mean to look into,
Gre. As willingly as e'er I came from school.
Gre. A bridegroom, say you? 'tis a groom, indeed, A grumbling groom, and that the girl shall find.
Tra. Curster than me? why, 'tis impossible.
Gre. Tut, she's a lamb, a dove, a fool to him:
up again! Gre. Trembled and shook for why, he kamp'd and As if the vicar meant to cozen him,
[fwonego But after many ceremonies done, He calls for wine: a health, quoth he; as it H’ad been ahoard carousing to his mates After a korm; quafft off the muscadel, And threw the fops all in the sexton's face ;
Having no other cause, but that his beard
[Mufick plays. Enter Petruchio, Catharina, Bianca, Hortenfio,
and Baptifta. Pet. Gentlemen and friends, I thank you for your paips: I know, you think to dine with me to-day, And have prepar'd great store of wedding cheer; But so it is, my hafte doth call me hence; And therefore here I mean to take my
leave. Bap. Is't poflible, you will away to-night?
Pet. I must away to day, before night come.
Tra. Let us intreat you stay 'till after dinnen
Pet. I am content, you fhall intreat me, kay;
Cath. Now, if you love me, ftay.
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;
Pet. O, Kare, content thee; prythee, be not angry.
Cath. I will be angry; what halt thou to do? Father, be quiet; he hall stay my leifure.
Gre. Ay, marry, Sir; now it begins to work.
Cath. Gentlemen forward to the bridal-dinner.
Pet. They shall go forward, Kate, at thy command,
my chattels, she is my house,
Bap. Nay, let them go, a couple of quiet ones.
Bap. Neighbours and friends, tho'bridesand bridegroom For to supply the places at the table;
You know, there wants no junkets at the feaft:
Tra. Shall sweet Bianca practise how to bride it?
GR UM 1.0. 'Y, fy on all tired jades, and all mad masters, and all
so 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 iny 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 Thall warm myself; for considering the weather, a taller man than ! will take cold: Holla, hoa, Curtis !
Enter Curtis. Cunt. Who is it that calls fo coldly?
Gru. A piece of ice. · "If thou doubt it, thou may'st side from my shoulder to my heel, with no greater a run but my head and my neck. A fire, good Curtis. Curt. Is
master and his wife coming, Grumio ? Gru. Oh, ay, Curtis, ay; and therefore fire, fire, caft on no water.
Curt. Is the so hot a shrew, as she's reported ?
Grtis She was, good Curtis, before this frost; but thou know'st, winter tanies man, woman and beaft; fór it hath tam'd my old master, and my new mistress, and myfelf, fellow Curtis.
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, she being now at hand, thou shalt foon feel to thy cold comfort, for being slow in thy hot office.
Curt. I prythee, 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 extream cold. Where's the cook? is fupper ready, the house trimm'd, rulhes strew'd, cobwebs swept, the servingmen in their new fuftian, their white ftockings, and every officer his wedding garment on ? be the Facks 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 mitress fall'n out.
Gru. Out of their saddles into the dirt, and thereby
(18) Am I but three inches? why, thy born is å foot, and so long am 1 at the leaf). This is said by Grumio to Curtis. But, though all the copies agree in the reading, what Florn had Curtis ? but Grumio rides post before his master, and bloevs his Horn to give notice of his own coming home, and his master's approache