fell, and she under her horfe : thou should't have beard in how miry a place, how she was bemoiled, how he left her with the horfe upon her, how be 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, Thilip, Walter, Sugarsop, and the reft : let their heads be sleekly combed, their blue coats brushed, and their garters of an indifferent knit; let them curt'fy 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, hoa ?

you
mut

meet my ma fter to countenance my

mistress. Gru. Why, she hath a face of her own. :? Gurt. Who knows not that ?

Gru. Thon, it feems, that callest for company
to countenance her.'; }
1. Gurt, I call them forth to credit her.

Enter four or five Serving-men.
Gru. Why, the comes to:borrow nothing of them
Nat. Welcome bome, 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 spruce companions, is all ready, and all things neat?

Nath. All things are ready; how near is our master?

Gru. E'en at hand, alighted by this; and therefore be not -cock's passion, filence! I hear

my master,

Enter PETRUCHIO and KATE. 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 Seru. Here, here, Sir, here, Sir.

Pet. Here, Sir, here, Sir, here, Sir, here, Sir?
You loggerhead 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 whoreson, malt-

horse drudge,
Did núť I bid thee meet me in the park,
And bring along these rascal knaves with thee?

Gril. Nathaniel's coat, Sir, was not fully made; And Gabriel's pumps were all unpinked i' th' heel: There was no link to colour Peter's hat, And Walter's dagger was not come from sheathing: There were none fine, but Adam, Ralph, and Gre

gory, The rest were ragged, old and beggarly: Yet as they are, here are they come to meet you. Pet. Gó, rascals, go, and fetch my supper in,

[Exeunt Servants,

Where is the life that late I led ? [Singing.
Where are those------fit down, Kate,
And welcome. Soud, foud, foud, foud.

Enter Servants with Supper.
Why, when, I say? nay, good sweet Kate, be merry.
Of with my boots, you rogue : you villains, when?

It was the friar of orders grey, [Singsi

As he forth walked on his way.
Out; out, you rogue! you pluck my foot

awry. Take that, and mind the plucking off the other.

[Strikes him. Be merry,

Kate. Some water here; what hoa!

Ènter One with water. Where's my spaniel Troilus ? firrah, get you hence, And bid my cousin Ferdinand come hither : Oše, Kate, that you must kiss, and be acquainted

with. Where are my flippers? shall I have some water ? Come, Kate, and wash, and welcome heartily: You whoreson villain, will you let it fall? -Cath. Patienci, I pray you, 'twas a fault unwil.

ling.
Pet. A whorefon, beatle-headed, flap-eared knave!
Come, Kate, sit down ; I know you have a ftomach,
Will you give thanks, sweet Kate, or else fhall I?
What's this? mutton?

I Ser. Yes,
Pet. Who brought it?
Ser 1.

Pet. 'Tis burnt, and so is all the meat :
What dogs are these? where is the rafcal cook?
How durft you, villains, bring it from the drefser,
And serve it thus to me that love it not?
There, take it to you, trenchers, cups and all :

[Throws the meat, &c about the stage.

You headless jolt-heads, and unmannered flaves!
What, do you grumble? I'll be with you straigh'.

Cath. I pray you, husband, be not so difquiet;
The meat was well, if you were so contented.
Pet. I tell thee, Kate, 'twas burnt and dried

away,
And I expreíly am forbid to touch it:
For it engenders choler, planteth anger;
And better 'twere that both of us did fast,
Since, of ourselves, ourselves are choleric,
Than feed it with such over-roasted flesh :
Be patient, for 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.
Enter Servants severally,
Nath. Peter, didst ever see the like?
Peter. He kills her in her own humour.
Gru. Where is he?

Enter Curtis, a Servant.
Curt. In her chamber, making a sermon of con-

tinency 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 coning hither. [Exeunt.

Enter PETRUCH10.
Pet. Thus have I politicly begun my reign,
And 'tis my hope to end successfully:
My faulcon now is iharp, and pailing empty,
And till the toop she must not be full-gorged,
For then she never looks upon her lure.
Another way I have to man my haggard,
VOL. IV.

X

To make her come, and know her keeper's call :
That is, to watch her, as we watch these kites,
That bait and beat, and will not be obedient.
She ate no meat to-day, nor none ihall eat.
Last night she slept not, nor to-night shall not':
As with the meat, some undeferved fault
I'll find about the making of the bed.
And here I'll fling the pillow, there the bolster,
This

way the coverlet, that way the sheets;
Ay; and, amid this hurly, I'll preterd,
That all is done in reverend care of her,
And in conclusion, she shall watch all night:
And if the 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;
And thus I'll curb her mad and headitrong humour.
He that knows better how to tame a shrew,
Now let him speak, 'tis charity to shew. [Exit.

SCEN E before Baptista's House.

Enter TRANIO and HORTENSIO. Tra. Is't possible, friend Licio, that Bianca (:9) Doth fancy any other but Lucentio? I tell you, Sir, she bears me fair in hand.

(19) Is't possible, friend Licio, &c.] This scene Mr Pope, upon what authority I can't pretend to giess, has in his editions inade the firjt of the fifth acł: in ding which he has 11:ewn the rery power and force of criticisin. The conseque::ce of this judicious regulation is, that two unpardonable absurdities are fixed upon the Author, which he could not poilibly have committed. For, in the first place, by this 11 ulling the scenes out of their true pofition, we find Hortenlio, in the fourth act, already gone from Baptista's to Petruchio's country.house; and afterwards in the beginning of the fitth act we find him first forming the resolution of quitting Bianca; and Tranio immediately informs us, he is