Had been aboard carousing to his mates Enter PETRUCHIO, CATHARINA, BIANCA, HOR- 1.) Pet. Gentlemen and friends, I thank you for your Gre. Let me intreat you." Cath. Let me intreat you. Cath. Are you content to stay? Pet. I am content you fhall intreat me stay; But yet not stay, intreat me how you can. Cath. Now, if you love me, ftay. Pet. Grumio, my horses. Gru. Ay, Sir, they be ready: the oats have eaten the horfes. . Cath. Nay, then, Do what thou canst, I will not go to-day; 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 the 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; Caroufe full measure to her maidenhead; Be mad and merry, or go hang yourselves; But for my bonny Kate, fhe must 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 chattles, fhe is my houfe, My houfhold fluff, my field, may barn, My horfe, my ox, my afs, my any thing; And here the ftands, touch her who ever dare. I'll bring my action on the proudest he That ftops my way in Padua: Grumio, 32 ہو Draw forth thy weapon; we're befet with thievesi Rescue thy mistress, if thou be a man: [Kate; Fear not, fweet wench, they fhall not touch thee, Ill buckler thee against a million. [Exeunt Pet. and Cath. Bap. Nay, let them go, a couple of quiet ones. : Gre. Went they not quickly, I fhould 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. Bap. Neighbours and friends, tho' bride and bride. Tra. Shall fweet Bianca practise how to bride it? ACT IV. SCENE, Petruchio's Country House. Enter GRUMIO. GRUM 10. FY, fy on all tired jades, and all mad masters, and all foul ways! was ever man fo beaten? was ever man fo raide? was ever man fo weary? 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 shall warm myfelf; for confidering the weather, a taller mas than I will take cold: Holla, hoa, Curtis! Enter CURTIS. Curt. Who is it that calls fo coldly? Gru. A piece of ice. If thou doubt it, thou may'st slide from my fhoulder to my heel, with no greater a run but 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; caft on no water. Curt. Is the fo hot a fhrew as fhe's reported? Gru. She was, good Curtis, before this froft; but thou know'ft, winter tames man, woman and beaft; for it hath tamed my old master, and my new mistress, and myself, fellow Curtis. Curt. Away, you three-inched fool; I am no beaft. Gru. (18) Am I but three inches? why, my horn is a foot, and fo long am I at the least. But wilt thou make a fire, or fhall I complain of thee to our mistrefs, 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 world? Gru. A cold world, Curtis, in every office but thine; and therefore fire: do thy duty, and have (18) Am I but three inches? why, thy horn is a foot, and fo long am at the leaft} This is faid by Grumio to Curtis. But though all the copies agree in the reading, what horn haď Curtis But Grumio rides poft before his mafter, and blows his born to give notice of his own coming home, and his ma fter's approach. thy duty; for my master and mistress are almoft 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 coney-catching.. Gru. Why, therefore, fire; for I have caught extreme cold. Where's the cook? is fupper ready, the house trimmed, rushes strewed, cobwebs fwept, the ferving-men in their new fuftian, their white stockings, and every officer his wedding garment on? be the Jacks fair within, the Jills fair without, 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 mistress fallen out. Curt. How? Gru. Out of their faddles into the dirt; and thereby hangs a tale. Curt. Let's ha't, good Grumio. Gru. Lend thine ear, Curt. Here, Gru. There. [Strikes him. Curt. This is to feel a tale, not to hear a tale. Gru. And therefore 'tis called a fenfible tale : and this cuff was but to knock at your ear, and befeech liftening. Now I begin: Imprimis, we came down a foul hill, my master riding behind my mistress. Curt. Both on one horse? Grue What's that to thee? Gru. Tell thou the tale-But hadft thou not crofs'd me, thou should't have heard how her horse |