After a storm; quaff'd off the muscadel But that his beard grew thin and hungerly [Music. Re-enter PETRUCHIO, KATHARINA, BIANCA, BAPTISTA, HORTENSIO, GRUMIO, and Train. Pet. Gentlemen and friends, I thank you for your pains : I know you think to dine with me to-day, Tra. Let us entreat you stay till after dinner. 175. Wine and cakes dipped in it (sops) were taken in the church at Elizabethan weddings immediately after the service. 177. hungerly, scantily. 180 190 200 180. The kiss was also a part of the marriage ceremonial. Pet. It may not be. Gre. Pet. It cannot be. Kath. Pet. I am content. Kath. Let me entreat you. Let me entreat you. Are you content to stay? Pet. I am content you shall entreat me stay; But yet not stay, entreat me how you can. Kath. Now, if you love me, stay. Pet. Grumio, my horse. Gru. Ay, sir, they be ready: the oats have eaten the horses. Kath. Nay, then, Do what thou canst, I will not go to-day; Pet. O Kate, content thee; prithee, be not Kath. I will be angry: what hast thou to do? Gre. Ay, marry, sir, now it begins to work. 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; 210 220 213. green, fresh, new, with ironical sub-allusion to Petruchio's pair of candle-cases.' But for my bonny Kate, she must with me. Nay, look not big, nor stamp, nor stare, nor fret; 230 I will be master of what is mine own: She is my goods, my chattels; she is my house, My horse, my ox, my ass, my any thing; Grumio, Draw forth thy weapon, we are beset with thieves; Fear not, sweet wench, they shall not touch thee, Kate: I'll buckler thee against a million. [Exeunt Petruchio, Katharina, and Grumio. 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. Mistress, what's your opinion of your sister? Bian. That, being mad herself, she's madly mated. Gre. I warrant him, Petruchio is Kated. Bap. Neighbours and friends, though bride and bridegroom wants For to supply the places at the table, You know there wants no junkets at the feast. Tra. Shall sweet Bianca practise how to bride Bap. She shall, Lucentio. let's go. 236. he, man. 248. wants, are wanting. Come, gentlemen, 240 250 250. junkets, dainties, sweet meats. SCENE I. ACT IV. PETRUCHIO'S country house. Enter GRUMIO. 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? 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, my heart in my belly, ere I should come by a fire to thaw me: but I, with blowing the fire, shall warm myself; for, considering the so weather, a taller man than I will take cold. Holla, ho! Curtis. Enter CURTIS. Curt. Who is it that calls so coldly? Gru. A piece of ice: if thou doubt it, thou mayst slide from my 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. Oh, ay, Curtis, ay: and therefore fire, 20 fire; cast on no water. Curt. Is she so hot a shrew as she's reported? 3. rayed, soiled. II. taller, stouter. 21. Alluding to the popular refrain: Scotland burneth, Scotland burneth. but, thou knowest, winter tames man, woman and beast; for it hath tamed my old master and my new mistress and myself, fellow Curtis. Curt. Away, you three-inch fool! I am no beast. But Gru. Am I but three inches? why, thy horn is a foot; and so long am I at the least. wilt thou make a fire, or shall I complain on thee to our mistress, whose hand, she being now at hand, thou shalt soon feel, to thy cold comfort, for being slow in thy hot office? Curt. I prithee, 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 will thaw. Curt. Come, you are so full of cony-catching! Gru. Why, therefore fire; for I have caught extreme cold. Where's the cook? is supper ready, the house trimmed, rushes strewed, cobwebs swept; the serving-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, 30 40 50 51. jacks, drinking-vessels of leather. 52. jills, drinking-vessels of metal. 52. carpets, table-covers. |