men in their new fustian, their white stockings, 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 horse is tired; my master and mistress fallen out.

Curt. How?

Gru. Out of their saddles into the dirt; and thereby hangs a tale.

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

Gru. Lend thine ear.

Curt. Here.

Gru. There.

[Striking him.

Curt. This 't is to feel a tale, not to hear a tale. Gru. And therefore 't is called, a sensible tale; and this cuff was but to knock at your ear, and beseech listening. Now I begin: Imprimis, we came down a foul hill, my master riding behind my mistress. Curt. Both of one horse ?

Gru. What's that to thee?
Curt. Why, a horse.

Gru. Tell thou the tale:-but hadst thou not crossed me, thou shouldst have heard how her horse fell, and she under her horse; thou shouldst have heard, in how miry a place; how she was bemoiled; how he left her with the horse upon her; how he beat me because her horse stumbled; how she waded through the dirt to pluck him off me; how he swore; how she prayed, that never prayed before; how I cried; how the horses ran away; how her bridle was burst; how I lost my crupper;-with many things of worthy memory, which now shall die in oblivion, and thou return unexperienced to thy grave.

Curt. By this reckoning he is more shrew than she.

Gru. Ay; and that thou and the proudest of you all shall find, when he comes home. But what talk I of this? Call forth Nathaniel, Joseph, Nicholas, Philip, Walter, Sugarsop, and the rest let their heads be sleekly combed, their blue coats brushed, and their garters of an indifferent knit: let them curtsey with their left legs, and not presume to touch a hair of my 1 Pewter drinking cups.

2. on.

3 Matched.

master's horse-tail, till they kiss their hands.

they all ready?

Curt. They are.

Gru. Call them forth.

Are

Curt. Do you hear? ho! you must meet my master, to countenance my mistress.

Gru. Why, she hath a face of her own.

Curt. Who knows not that?

Gru. Thou, it seems, that callest for company to countenance her.

Curt. I call them forth to credit her.

Gru. Why, she comes to borrow nothing of them. Enter several Servants.

Nath. Welcome home, Grumio.

Phil. How now, Grumio?

Jos. 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 spruce companions, is all ready, and all things neat?

Nath. All things is ready. How near is our master? Gru. E'en at hand, alighted by this; and therefore be not,-Cock's passion, silence!-I hear my master. [All servants frightened.1

Enter PETRUCHIO and KATHARINA. Pet. Where be these knaves? What! no man at the 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 logger-headed and unpolish'd grooms!
What, no attendance? no regard? no duty?—
Where is the foolish knave I sent before?
Gru. Here, sir; as foolish as I was before.

Pet. You peasant swain! you whoreson malt-horse drudge!

Did I not bid thee meet me in the park,

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' the heel; There was no link to colour Peter's hat,

1 Not in f. e.

And Walter's dagger was not come from sheathing: 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 supper in.[Exeunt some of the Servants. "Where is the life that late I led"- [Sings.' Where are those-? Sit down, Kate, and welcome. Soud, soud, soud, soud!

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.
As he forth walked on his way :".

Out, you rogue! you pluck my foot awry:
Take that, and mend the plucking of the other.-

[Kicks him.' Be merry, Kate:- -some water, here; what, ho!Enter Servant, with water.

Where's my spaniel Troilus ?-Sirrah, get you hence, And bid by cousin Ferdinand come hither :

[Exit 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.You whoreson villain! will you let it fall? [Strikes him. Kath. Patience, I pray you; 't was a fault unwilling. Pet. A whoreson, beetleheaded, flap-ear'd knave!

[Meat served in, Come, Kate, sit down; I know you have a stomach. Will you give thanks, sweet Kate, or else shall I ?— What's this? mutton?

Pet. 'T is 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. all about. You heedless joltheads, and unmanner'd slaves!

1 2 Not in f. e. 3 Strikes him: in f. e.

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, 't was burnt and dried away, And I expressly am forbid to touch it, For it engenders choler, planteth anger: And better 't were, that both of us did fast, Since, of ourselves, ourselves are choleric, Than feed it with such over-roasted flesh. Be patient; to-morrow 't 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. 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, running.1 Re-enter PETRUCHIO.

Pet. Thus have I politicly begun my reign,

And 't is my hope to end successfully.

My falcon now is sharp, and passing empty,
And, till she stoop, she 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 those kites,
That bate, and beat, and will not be obedient.
She ate no meat to-day, nor none shall eat;
Last night she slept not, nor to-night she shall not:
As with the meat, some 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, another way the sheets:-
Ay, and amid this hurly, I intend,

That all is done in reverend care of her;

And, in conclusion, she shall watch all night :
And, if she chance to nod, I'll rail, and brawl,

1 This word is not added in f. e.

And with the clamour keep her still awake.
This is the 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: 't is charity to shew.

SCENE II.-Padua.

[Exit.

Before BAPTISTA's House.

Enter TRANIO and HORTENSIO.

Tra. Is 't possible, friend Licio, that mistress Bianca Doth fancy any other but Lucentio ?

I tell you, sir, she bears me fair in hand.

Hor. Sir, to satisfy you in what I have said, Stand by, and mark the manner of his teaching.

[They stand aside.

Enter BIANCA and LUCENTIO.

Luc. Now, mistress, profit you in what you read? Bian. What, master, read you? first resolve me that.

Luc. I read that I profess, the Art to Love.

heart.

Bian. And may you prove, sir, master of your art!
Luc. While you, sweet dear, prove mistress of my
[They retire.
Hor. [Coming forward.] Quick proceeders, marry!
Now, tell me, I pray,

You that durst swear that your mistress Bianca
Lov'd none in the world so well as Lucentio.

Tra. O, despiteful love! unconstant womankind!

I tell thee, Licio, this is wonderful.

Hor. Mistake no more: I am not Licio,

Nor a musician, as I seem to be,

But one that scorns to live in this disguise,
For such a one, as leaves a gentleman,

And makes a god of such a cullion.
Know, sir, that I am call'd Hortensio.

Tra. Signior Hortensio, I have often heard

Of your entire affection to Bianca;

And since mine eyes are witness of her lightness,

I will with you, if you be so contented,

Forswear Bianca and her love for ever.

Hor. See, how they kiss and court!-Signior Lu

centio,

Here is my hand, and here I firmly vow

Never to woo her more; but do forswear her,

As one unworthy all the former favours

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