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Grew thin and hungerly, and feem'd to ask
His fops as he was drinking. This done, he took
The bride about the neck, and kift her lips
With fuch a clamorous fmack, that at the parting
All the church echo'd ; and I feeing this,
Came thence for very shame; and after me
The rout is coming: fuch a mad marriage
Ne'er was before. Hark, hark, the minstrels play.

[Mufick plays. SCENE VII. Enter Petruchio, Catharina, Bianca, Hortenfio, and Baptifta.

Pet. Gentlemen and friends, I thank you for your pains ; I know you think to dine with me to-day, And have prepar'd great ftore of wedding cheer; But fo it is, my hafte doth call me hence; And therefore here I mean to take my leave. Bap. Is't poffible you must away to-night? Pet. I muft away to-day, before night come. Make it no wonder; if you knew my bufinefs, You would entreat me rather go than stay. And, honeft company, I thank you all, That have beheld me give away my felf To this most patient, fweet and virtuous wife : Dine with my father, drink a health to me, For I must hence; and farewel to you all. Tra. Let us intreat you ftay 'till after dinner. Pet. It may not be."

Gre. Let me intreat you, Sir.

Pet. It cannot be.

Cath. Let me intreat you, Sir.

Pet. I am content.

Cath. Are you content to stay?

Pet. I am content you shall intreat me stay;

But yet not ftay, intreat me how you can.

Cath. Now, if you love me, stay.

Pet. Grumio, my horses.

Gru. Sir, they be ready: the oats have eaten the horses,
Cath. Nay then

Do what thou canft, I will not go to-day;


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No, nor to-morrow, nor 'till I please my self:
The door is open, Sir, there lyes your way,
You may be jogging while your boots are green;
For me, I'll not go, 'till please my felf:
'Tis like you'll prove a jolly furly groom,
That take it on you at the first fo roundly.
Pet. O Kate, content thee; pr'ythee, be not angry.
Cath. I will be angry; what haft thou to do?
Father, be quiet; he shall stay my leisure.

Gre. Ay, marry, Sir, now it begins to work.
Cath. Gentlemen, forward to the bridal-dinner.
I fee a woman may be made a fool,

If fhe had not a spirit to refift.

Pet. They fhall go forward, Kate, at thy command. Obey the bride, you that attend on her:

Go to the feaft, revel and domineer;
Carowse full measure to her maiden-head;
Be mad and merry, or go hang your felves ;
But for my bonny Kate, the muft with me.
Nay, look not big, nor ftamp, nor ftare, nor fret,
I will be mafter of what is mine own;

She is my goods, my chattels, and my house,
She is my houfhold-ftuff, my field, my barn,
My horfe, my ox, my afs, my any thing;
And here she stands, touch her who ever dare;
I'll bring my action on the proudeft he,
That ftops my way in Padua: Grumio,
Draw forth thy weapon; we're befet with thieves
Rescue thy mistress if thou be a man :

Fear not, fweet wench, they shall not touch thee, Kate;
I'll buckler thee against a million. [Exe. Pet. and Cath.
Bap. Nay, let them go, a couple of quiet ones.
Gre. Went they not quickly, I should die with laughing.
Tra. Of all mad matches, never was the like.
Luc. Miftrefs, what's your opinion of your fifter?
Bian. That being mad herself, fhe's madly mated.
Gre. I warrant him, Petruchio is Kated.

For to fupply the places at the table;

Bap. Neighbours and friends, tho' bride and bridegroom



You know there wants no junkets at the feaft:

Lucentio, you fupply the bridegroom's place.

And let Bianca take her fifter's room.

Tra. Shall fweet Bianca practise how to bride it?
Bap. She fhall, Lucentio : gentlemen, let's go. [Exeunt.


Petruchio's Country Houfe. Enter Grumio.

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IE, fie on all tired jades, on all mad mafters, and all foul ways! was ever man fo weary? was ever man fo beaten ? was ever man fo raied? I am fent before to make a fire, and they are coming after to warm them: now were I not a little pot, and foon hot, my very lips might freeze to my teeth, my tongue to the roof of my mouth, my heart in my belly, ere I fhould come by a fire to thaw me; but I with blowing the fire fhall warm my felf; for confidering the weather, a taller man than I will take cold: holla, hoa, Curtis !

Enter Curtis, a Servant.

Curt. Who is that calls fo coldly?

Gru. A piece of ice. If thou doubt it, thou may'st fide from my fhoulder to my heel, with no greater a run my head and my neck. A fire, good Curtis.


Curt. Is my mafter and his wife coming, Grumio?

Gru. Oh ay, Curtis, ay; and therefore fire, fire, eaft

on no water.

Curt. Is fhe fo hot a fhrew as fhe's reported?

Gru. She was, good Curtis, before the froft; but thou know'ft winter tames man, woman and beaft, for it hath tam'd my old mafter, and my new mistress, and thy felf, fellow Curtis.

Curt. Away, you three-inch'd fool; I am no beast.

Gru. Am I but three inches? why, thy horn is a foot, and fo long am I at the leaft. But wilt thou make a fire, or fhall I complain on thee to our mistress? whofe hand, the being now at hand, thou fhalt foon feel to thy cold comfort, for being flow in thy hot office.

Curt. I pr'ythee, good Grumio, tell me, how goes the


Gru. A cold world, Curtis, in every office but thine


and therefore fire: do thy duty, and have thy duty; for my mafter 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 fo full of cony-catching.

Gru. Why therefore fire; for I have caught extream cold. Where's the cook is fupper ready, the house trimm'd, rushes ftrew'd, cobwebs fwept, the fervingmen in their new fuftian, their white stockings, and every offi cer his wedding garment on? be the Jacks fair without, the Jills fair within, carpets laid, and every thing in order? Curt. All ready and therefore I pray thee, what news? Gru. First, know my horfe is tired, my master and miArefs fall'n out.

Curt. How?

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

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

Gru. Lend thine ear.

Curt. Here.

Gru. There.

[Strikes bim.

Curt. This is to feel a tale, not to hear a tale.

Gru. And therefore 'tis call'd a fenfible tale: and this cuff was but to knock at your ear, and befeech liftning. Now I begin imprimis we came down a foul hill, my mafter riding behind my mistress.

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

Gru. Tell thou the tale. But hadft thou not croft me, thou fhould't have heard how her horfe fell, and the un. der her horfe: thou should't have heard in how miry a place, how fhe was bemoil'd, how he left her with the horfe upon her, how he beat me because her horse stumbled, how the waded through the dirt to pluck him off me; how he fwore, how the pray'd that never pray'd before; how Icy'd, how the horfes ran away, how her bridle was burst, how I loft my crupper; with many things of worthy memory,

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memory, which now fhall die in oblivion, and thou return unexperienc'd to thy grave.

Curt. By this reckoning he is more fhrew than fhe.

Gru. Ay, and that thou and the proudeft of you all fhall Find when he comes home. But what talk I of this? call forth Nathaniel, Jofeph, Nicholas, Philip, Walter, Sugarfop, and the reft: let their heads be fleekly comb'd, their blue coats bruth'd, and their garters of an indifferent knit ; let them curt'fie with their left legs, and not presume to touch a hair of my master's horse tail, 'till they kiss their hands. Are they all ready?

Curt. They are.

Gru. Call them forth.

Curt. Do you hear, ho? you must meet my mafter to Countenance my mistress.

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

Curt. Who knows not that?

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

Curt. I call them forth to credit her.

Enter four or five Serving-men.

Gru. Why, fhe comes to borrow nothing of them.
Nath. 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?

Nath. 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.

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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:



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