No, nor to-morrow, not till I please myself. If she had not a spirit to resist. Pet, They shall go forward, Kate, at thy command. I will be master of what is mine own: 210 220 She is my goods, my chattels; she is my house, 230 My horse, my ox, my ass, my any thing; And here she stands, touch her whoever dare; I'll bring mine action on the proudest he Draw forth thy weapon, we are beset with thieves; Fear not, sweet wench, they shall not touch thee, I'll buckler thee against a million. [Exeunt Petruchio, Katharina, and Grumio. Pet. Nay, look not big, nor stamp, nor stare, nor fret; I will be master of what is mine own: Taming of the Shrew. Act 3, Scene 2. 240 Bap. Nay, let them go, a couple of quiet ones. Gre. Went they not quickly, I should die with laughing. Luc. Mistress, what's your opinion of your sister? 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. 250 Tra. Shall sweet Bianca practise how to bride it? [Exeunt. ACT FOURTH. Scene I. 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 weather, a ΙΟ taller man than I will take cold. Holla, ho! Enter Curtis. Curt. Who is that calls so coldly? Gru. A piece of ice: if thou doubt it, thou mayst slide from my shoulder to my heel with no Curt. Is my master and his wife coming, Grumio? on no water. Curt. Is she so hot a shrew as she 's reported? 20 Curt. Away, you three-inch fool! I am no beast. Gru. Am I but three inches? why, thy horn is a foot; and so long am I at the least. But wilt thou make a fire, or shall I complain on thee to our mistress, whose hand, she being now at hand, 30 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 Gru mio, the news. 40 |