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fore be not,- Cock's passion, silence ! - I hear my master.
Enter PETRUCHIỎ and KATHARINA.
All Serv. Here, here, sir; here, sir.
Pet. Here, sir ! here, sir! here, sir ! here, sir !
Gru. Here, sir; as foolish as I was before.
Gru. Nathaniel's coat, sir, was not fully made, And Gabriel's pumps were all unpink'd i'the heel; There was no links to colour Peter's hat, And Walter's dagger was not come from sheathing: There were none fine, but Adam, Ralph, and Gre
gory; 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 some of the Servants. Where is the life that late I led—4
(Sings. Where are those--Sit down, Kate, and welcoine. Soud, soud, soud, soud !"
-I no link to colour Peter's hat,) A link is a torch of pitch,
4 Where, &c.) A scrap of some old ballad Ancient Pistol elsewhere quotes the same line. În an old black letter book intituled, A gorgious Gallery of gallant Inventions, London, 1978, 4to. is a song to the tune of Where is the life that late I led.
Soud, soud, &c.] This, I believe, is a word coined by our
Re-enter Servants, with supper. Why, when, I say?-Nay, good sweet Kate, be
merry. Off with my boots, you rogues, you villains; When?
It was the friar of orders grey, [Sings.
Out, out, you rogue! you pluck my foot awry:
[Strikes him. Be merry, Kate:-Some water, here; what, ho!Where's my spaniel Troilus ?--Sirrah, get you
hence, And bid my cousin Ferdinand come hither:
rExit Servant, One, Kate, that you must kiss, and be acquainted
with. Where are my slippers ?-Shall I have some water:
[A bason is presented to him. Come, Kate, and wash, and welcome heartily:
[Servant lets the ewer fall,
poet, to express the noise made by a person heated and fatigued.
MALONE. * It was the friar of orders grey,] Dispersed through Shakspeare's plays are many little fragments of ancient ballads, the entire copies of which cannot now be recovered. Many of these being of the most beautiful and pathetic simplicity, Dr. Percy has selected some of them, and connected them together with a few supple. mental stanzas; a work, which at once demonstrates his own poetical abilities, as well as his respect to the truly venerable remains of our most ancient bards. STEEVENS.
? Come, Kate, and wash,] It was the custom in our author's time, and long before,) to wash the hands immediately before dinner and supper, as well as afterwards. As our ancestors eat with their fingers, which might not be over-clean before meals, and after them must be greasy, we cannot wonder at such repeated ablutions. STEEVENS.
You whoreson villain! will you let it fall?
[Strikes him. Kath. Patience, I pray you; 'twas a' fault un
willing. Pet. A whoreson, beetleheaded, flap-ear'd knave! Come, Kate, sit down; I know you have a stomach. Will you give thanks, sweet Kate; or else shall I?What is this? mutton? i Serv.
Who brought it?
Pet. 'Tis burnt; and so is all the meat: What dogs are these?-Where is the rascal cook? How durst 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:
[Throws the meat, &c. about the stage. You heedless joltheads, and unmanner'd slaves ! What, do you grumble? I'll be with you straight.
Kath. 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 dried away; And I expressly 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 cholerick, Than feed it with such over-roasted flesh. Be patient; to-morrow it shall be mended, And, for this night, we'll fast for company:Come, I will bring thee to thy bridal chamber.
[Exeunt PETRUCHIO, KATHARINA, and
CURTIS. Nath. [Advancing.] Peter, didst ever see the
like? Peter. He kills her in her own humour
Re enter Curtis.
Gru. Where is he?
Curt. In her chamber, Making a sermon 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.
S- full-gorg'd, &c.] A hawk too much fed was never tractable. The lure was only a thing stuffed like that kind of bird which the hawk was designed to pursue. The use of the lure was to tempt him back after he had flown.
'- to man my haggard,] A haggard is a wild-hawk; to man a hawk is to tame her.
That bate,] To bate is to Autter as a hawk does when it swoops upon its prey.
Ay, and amid this hurly, I intend,
This is a way to kill a wife with kindness; · And thus I'll curb her mad and headstrong hu.
mour:He that knows better how to tame a shrew, Now let him speak; 'tis charity to show. [Exit.
Enter Trani) and Hortensio.
Hor. Sir, to satisfy you in what I have said,
They stand aside.
Enter Bianca and Lucentio.
that. Luc. I read that I profess, the art to love. Bian. And may you prove, sir, master of your
art! Luc. While you, sweet dear, prove mistress of my heart.
i amid this hurly, I intend,] Intend is sometimes used by our author for pretend.