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Pet. 0, Kate, content thee: pr'ythee, be not angry.
Kath. I'will be angry. 'What hast thou to do?-

Father, be quiet; he shall stay 'my leisure.-
Gentlemen, forward to the bridal dinner.
I see, a woman may be made a 'fool,

If she had not a spirit to 'resist.
Pet. They 'shall go forward, Kate, at thy command. -

'Obey the bride, you that attend on her:
"Go to the feast, revel and domineer,
Bo mad and merry,—or go 'hang yourselves !

But, for my bonny' Kate, she must with 'me.
Nay, look not big, nor stamp, nor stare, nor fret:
I will be 'master of what is mine own.
She is my goods, my chattels ; she is my house,
My household-stuff, my field, my barn,
My horse, my ox, my ass, my 'anything ;
And here she stands; touch her whoever dare !
I'll bring mine action on the proudest he
That stops my way in Padua.-Grumio,
Draw forth thy weapon: we're beset with 'thieves !
'Rescue thy mistress, if thou be a man.-
Fear not, sweet wench; they shall not touch 'thee,

I'll buckler& thee against a 'million! Ha! ha! ha!

(Exeunt. Petrucio and Grumio carry-out this plan with a high hand, and bear-off the unwilling Bride ; leaving their friends to go-on with the marriage festivities—as well as laughter will allow them.

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Let us hasten onward before the well-matched pair can reach Petrucio's residence. But Grumio the servant has arrived before us! Listen-he is soliloquizing: Gru. Fie, fie on all tired jades, on all mad masters, and all

foul ways! Was ever man so 'beaten ? was ever man so 'rayed ?b was ever man so 'weary? I am sent' before, to make a fire; and they are coming 'after, to warm them. Now, were not I“ a 'little pot, and soon hot,” my very lips might freeze to my teeth, my tongue to the roof of my mouth, ere I should come by a fire to thaw me; but I, with 'blowing the fire, shall warm 'myself; for, considering the weather, a taller man than I will take cold. Holla, hoa! Curtis !

* defend as with a shield.

b streaked with dirt (bewrayed). can old proverb—"a little pot is soon hot.”

from my

Curtis, Petrucio's aged and decrepit Servant, enters. Curt. Who is that calls so coldly? Gru. A piece of 'ice: if thou doubt it, thou may'st slide

shoulder to my heel, with no greater a run but my head and my neck.-A 'fire, good Curtis. Curt. Is my master, and his wife, 'coming, Grumio? Gru. O, ay, Curtis, ay, and therefore fire, fire! Cast-on no

'water. Curt. Is she so 'hot a shrew as she's reported ? Gru. She 'was, good Curtis, before this frost; but, thou

know'st, winter tames man, woman, and beast. But where's the 'Cook? is supper ready, the house trimmed? rushes strewed ? cobwebs swept? the serving-men in their new fustian? and every officer his 'wedding garment on? Be the Jacksb fair within the Jills' fair

without? the carpets“ laid ? and everything in order ? ort. 'All ready; and therefore, I pray thee, news?

Ι Gru. First, know, my horse is tired; my master and mis

tress fallen out-out of their 'saddles, into the dirt:

and thereby hangs a tale. Curt. Let 's ha ’t,o good Grumio. Gru. Lend thine ear ;-there.

He boxes his ear. Curt. This 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 is that to thee? 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 ;s 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 unexpe

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rienced to thy grave. * but plenty of fuel. " large leather bags (for men) that must be washed inside.

c small metal drinking cups (for women) that must be polished outside drugs, then used as coverings for the table : (floors were strewed with rushes.)

fin the first place. & bemired, draggled in the mire.

e have it.

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. Are they all ready? Call

them forth. Curt. Do you hear, ho! Nathaniel ! Joseph ! Walter !a

The Servants confusedly hasten-in; and, while they are welcom-
ing Grumio on his return, Petrucio enters with his Bride :
Pet. 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 logger-headed and unpolished 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 stupid malt-borse 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 unpinkedo i’ the heel ;
There was no linka to colour Peter's hat,
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.

He walks about the room singing, while the Servants spread the table :

[Sings.) Where is the life that late 1 led-
Sit, Kate, and welcome.-Soud, soud, soud, soud!" [Khein
Why, when, I say?–Nay, good sweet Kate, be 'merry.-
Off with my boots, you rogues, you villains! When ?
[Sings.] It was the Friar of Orders Gray,

As he forth wulkéd way :
Out, out, you rogue! you pluck my foot awry:
Take that, and mend the plucking of the other.—[Shiko
b thin-solcd shoes.


Exeunt Servants.

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(Re-enter Servants, with supper.

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c without eyelet holes. d torch ; (old faded hats were blackened with the smoke of a torch-link). neat, well dressed. f from a “Sonet" in "A Handful of Pleasant Delites," 1684

h fragmentary part of an old poem: see Percy's “ Reliques."


A three inserted words.

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Be merry, Kate.-Some water here; what, ho!

Where are my slippers ?—Shall I have some water? A Servant enters with a basin and ewer, which he drops :

You careless villain ! have you let it fall ?

Come, Kate, and wash,' and welcome heartily.
The timorous bride, beginning to see a reflection of herself, in-
terposes :
Kath. Patience, I pray you; 't was a fault unwilling.
Pet. A blundering, beetle-headed," flap-eared knave!

Come, Kate, sit down; I know you have a stomach.
Will 'you give thanks, sweet Kate, or else shall 'I?
What's this? mutton ? Who brought it?...
'T is burnt; and so is all the meat.
What dogs are these !—Where is the rascal Cook?...
How durst you, villain, bring it from the dresser,
And serve it thus to 'me, that love it not?
There, take it to you, trenchers, cups, and all.
You heedless jolt-heads, and unmannered slaves !
What! do you grumble? I'll be with you straight."

He dashes the dishes at the Servants, who run away :
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, love, it shall be mended ;
And for this night we 'll fast for company,
Come, I will bring thee to thy bridal chamber. [EN

As they withdraw, some of the Servants peep in :
Nath. Peter, didst ever see the like?
Peter. He kills her in her own humour.

Grumio cautiously enters, meeting old Curtis :
Gru. Where is he?
Curt. In her chamber,

Making a sermon of 'forbearance to her ;
And rails, and swears, and rates; that she, poor soul,
Knows not which way to stand, to look, to speak,


Exeunt Pet.

and Kath.

• As “fingers were made before forks," it was customary to wash the hands before every meal. b very small in size (like a wooden mallet.)

can appetite d I 'll punish you directly.

cinserted word.


But sits as one new-risen from a dream.

Away, away! for he is coming hither.
Petrucio re-enters, with difficulty restraining his laughter and
self-satisfaction :
Pet. Thus have I, politicly, 'begun my reign,

And 't is my hope to end 'successfully.
As with the 'meat, some undeservéd fault
I 'll find about the making of the 'bed ;
And here I 'll fling the pillow, there the bolster,
way the coverlet, another way

the sheets:
Ay, and amid this hurly," I 'll pretendo
That all is done in reverent care of 'her ;
And, in conclusion, she shall 'watch all night:
And if she 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 ;o
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 do.



But the worst is not yet over with poor Katharine. Next day she
is so hungry that she entreats Grumio to get her some food :
Gru. No, no, forsooth; I dare not, for my 'life.
Kath. The more my 'wrong, the more his 'spite appears!

What! did he marry me to 'famish me?
But that which spites me more than all these wants,
He does it under name of perfect 'love;
As who should say,—If I should sleep, or eat,
'T were deadly 'sickness, or else present 'death !-
I pr’ythee go and get me 'some repast;

I care not what, so it be 'wholesome food.
Gru. What say you to a neat's foot ?e
Kath. 'T is 'passing' good! I pr’ythee, let me have it.
Gru. I fear, it is too 'choleric a meat.

How say you to a fat 'tripe, finely broiled ?
Kath. I like it well! good Grumio, fetch it me.
Gru. I cannot tell; I fear 'that's choleric.

What say you to a piece of 'beef-and mustard ? Kath. A dish that I do 'love to feed upon ! Gru. Ay, ... but the mustard is too 'hot a little. Kath. Why, then, the 'beef ;-and let the mustard rest.

can allusion to a popular Comedy of the day-"A Woman Killed with Kindness," by Thomas Haywood, 1607. *the foot of a calf or any bovine animal. fexceedingly. & causing irascibility.

a confusion.

bO. R. I intend.

d O. R. shew.

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