fell, and fhe under her horfe: thou fhould'st-have heard in how miry a place, how fhe was bemciled, 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 prayed that never prayed before; how I cried, how the horses ran away; how her bridle was burft, how I loft 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 fhrew 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, Jofeph, Nicholas, 'hilip, Walter, Sugarfop, and the reft: let their heads be fleekly combed, their blue coats brushed, and their garters of an indifferent knit; let them curt'fy with their left legs, and not prefume 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 must meet my ma fter to countenance my mistress.

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

: Curt. Who knows not that?

Gru. Thon, it feems, that calleft for company

to countenance her..!

L. Curt. I call them forth to credit her.

Enter four or five Serving-men.

Gru. Why, the comes to borrow nothing of them

Nat. 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 spruce 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!

my mafter.

Enter PETRUCHIO and KATE.

-I hear

Pet. Where be thefe knaves? what, no man at door to hold my ftirrup, 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 loggerhead and unpolished grooms: What? no attendance? no regard? no duty? Where is the foolish knave I fent before?

Gru. Here, Sir, as foolish as I was before.
Pet. You peafant fwain, you whorefon, malt-
horfe drudge,

Did not I bid thee meet me in the park,
And bring along thefe rafcal knaves with thee?

Gru. 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 fheathing: There were none fine, but Adam, Ralph, and Gregory,

The reft were ragged, old and beggarly:

Yet as they are, here are they come to meet you. Pet. Go, rafcals, go, and fetch my fupper in. [Exeunt Servants,

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

Enter Servants with Supper.

[Singing

Why, when, I fay? nay, good fweet Kate, be merry.
Off with my boots, you rogue : you villains, when?
It was the friar of orders grey,
[Sings.
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!

Enter One with water.

Where's my spaniel Troilus ? firrah, get you hence, And bid my coufin Ferdinand come hither:

One, Kate, that you must kifs, and be acquainted

with.

Where are my flippers? fhall I have some water? Come, Kate, and wash, and welcome heartily: You whorefon villain, will you let it fall?

Cath. Patience, I pray you, 'twas a fault unwil ling.

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

1 Ser. Yes.

Pet. Who brought it?

Ser. I.

Pet. 'Tis burnt, and fo is all the meat: What dogs are thefe? where is the rascal cook? How dart you, villains, bring it from the dreffer, And ferve it thus to me that love' it not?/2 There, take it to you, trenchers, cups and all:

[Throws the meat, &c. about the stage.

You headless jolt-heads, and unmannered slaves!
What, do you grumble? I'll be with you straight.
Gath. I pray you, hufband, be not fo difquiet;
The meat was well, if you were fo contented.
Pet. I tell thee, Kate, 'twas burnt and dried

away,

And I exprefly am forbid to touch it:
For it engenders choler, planteth anger;
And better 'twere that both of us did faft,
Since, of ourselves, ourselves are choleric,
'Than feed it with fuch over-roafted flesh:
Be patient, for to-morrow't fhall be mended,
And for this night we'll fast for company.
Come, I will bring thee to thy bridal-chamber.

Enter Servants feverally.

Nath. Peter, didst ever see the like?
Peter. He kills her in her own humour.
Gru. Where is he?

Enter Curtis, a Servant.

[Exeunt.

Curt. In her chamber, making a fermon of con-
tinency to her,

And rails and swears, and rates; that the, poor foul,
Knows not which way to ftand, to look, to speak,
And fits as one new rifen from a dream.
Away, away, for he is coming hither.

Enter PETRUCHIO.

[Exeunt.

Pet. Thus have I politicly begun my reign,
And 'tis my hope to end fuccefsfully:
My faulcon now is tharp, and paffing empty,
And till the ftoop fhe muft not be full-gorged,
For then fhe 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 shall eat.
Lat night the flept not, nor to-night fhall not:
As with the meat, fome undeserved fault
I'll find about the making of the bed.

And here I'll fling the pillow, there the bolter,
This way the coverlet, that way the sheets;
Ay; and, amid this hurly, I'll pretend,
That all is done in reverend care of her,
And in conclufion, the fhall 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 headstrong humour.
He that knows better how to tame a fhrew,
Now let him speak, 'tis charity to fhew.

SCENE before Baptifta's Houfe.

Enter TRANIO and HORTENSIO.

[Exit.

Tra. Is't poffible, friend Licio, that Bianca (19) Doth fancy any other but Lucentio ?

I tell you, Sir, the bears me fair in hand.

(19) Is't possible, friend Licio, &c.] This scene Mr Pope, upon what authority I can't pretend to guefs, has in his editions made the first of the fifth act: in doing which he has fhewn the very power and force of criticism. The confequence of this judicious regulation is, that two unpardonable abfurdities are fixed upon the Author, which he could not poffibly have committed. For, in the first place, by this fhuffling the fcenes out of their true pofition, we find Hortenfio, in the fourth act, already gone from Baptifta's to Petruchio's country-house; and afterwards in the beginning of the fifth act we find him firft forming the refolution of quitting Bianca; and Tranio immediately informs us, he is