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Gru. Ay, Sir, they be ready; the oats have eaten the horses.

Cath, Nay, then, Do what thou canst, I will not go to-day ; No, nor to-morrow, nor till I please myself : The door is open, Sir, there lies your way, You may be jogging, while your boots are green ; For me, I'll not go, 'till I please myself : 'Tis like, you'll prove a jolly furly groom, That take it on you at the first so roundly.

Pzt. O Kate, content thee, pry’thee, be not angry.

Cath. I will be angry; what hast thou to do? Father, be quiet ; he Mall stay my leisure.

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 she had not a spirit to resist.

Pet. They shall go forward, Kate, at thy command.
Obey the bride, you that attend on, her:
Go to the feast, revel and domineer ;
Carow fe full measure to her maiden-head ;
Be mad and merry, or go hang yourselves;
But for my bonny Kate, the mult with me.
Nay, look not big, nor itamp, nor itare, nor fret.
I will be master of what is mine own;.
She is my goods, my chattels, she is my house,
My houshold-fuff, my field, my barn,
My horse, my ox, my ass, my any thing;
And here she stands, touch her who ever dare.
I'll bring my action on the proudest he,
That stops my way in Podua: Grumio,
Draw forth thy weapon; we're beset with thieves ;
Rescue thy mistress, if thou be a man :
Fear nor, sweet wench, they shall not touch thee,

I'll buckler chee against a million.

[Exeunt Pet, and Cath. 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

Bian. That, being mad herself, she's madly mated.
Gre. I warrant him, Petruchio is Kated.
Bap. Neighbours and friends, tho' Bride and Bride-

groom want
For to supply the places at the table;
You know, there wants no junkets at the feast;
Lucentio, you supply the Bride-groom's place ;
And let Bianca take her Sister's room.

Tra. Shall sweet Bianca practise how to bride it?
Bap. She shall, Lucentio : Gentlemen, let's go.



Petruchio's Country House.

Enter Grumio..



Y, fy on all tired jades, and all mad masters,

and all foul ways! was ever man so beaten? 3 was ever man so ray?d? was ever man so weary? I am sent before, to make a fire ; and they are coming after, to warm them: now were not l 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 blow

? Mos ever man fo vay'd?] That is, was ever man so mark'd with lathes,


ing the Are Thall warm myself; for, considering the weather, a taller man than I will take cold: holla, hoa, Curtis !

Enter Curtis.

Curt. Who is it that calls so coldly?

Gru. A piece of ice. If thou doubt it, thou may'st nide from my shoulder to my heel, with no greater 4 sun 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, fire; cast on no water.

Curt. Is she lo hot a Shrew, as she's reported ?

Gru. She was, good Curtis, before this frost; but thou know'lt, * winter tames man, woman, and beast; for it hath tam'd my old master, and my new mistress, and thyself, fellow Curtis.

Curt. 5 Away, you three-inch'd fool; I am no beast.

Gru. Am I but three inches ? " why, my horn is a foot, and so long am I at the least. But wilt thou make a fire, or mall I complain on thee to our mis

4 Gru.winter tames man, the sense of this alteration. woman, and beoft ; for it hath

WARBURTON. tam'd my old mafter, and my new 5 Away, you three-incb'd foli] mistress, and my self, fellozo Cur- i. e, with a scull three inches tis.

thick, a phrase taken from the Curt. Away, you threr-inch'd thicker sort of planks. fool; I am no bcaf.] Why had

WARBURTON. Grumio called h nr one ? to give 6 Why thy horn is a fut, and his resentment any colour. Wer so long am I at leaft.] Tho' all the must read as, without question, copies agree in this reading, Mr. Shakespeare wrote,

I heobald says, yet he cannot find and THY self, fellow Cur. włat born Curtis had; there. tis.

fore he alters it to my born. But Why Grumio said that winter had the common reading is right, tamed Curtis was for his flowness and the meaning is that he had in thewing Grumio to a good fire. Made Curtis a cuckold. Besides, all the joke consists in



tress, whose hand, the being now at hand, thou shalt foon feel to thy cold comfort, for being now in thy hot office.

Curt. I pr’ythee, good Gremio, 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, hio boy, and as much news as thou wilt..

Curt. Come, you are so full of conycatching.

Gru. Why therefore, fire : for I have caught extream cold. Where's the cook? is fupper ready, the house trimm'd, rushes strew'd, cobwebs swept, the servingmen in their new fuftian, their white stockings, and every officer his wedding garment on ? s 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 horse is tired,, my master and mistress fall’n 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.


? Jack boy, &c.) fragment of the Oxford Editur alters it thus, fome old ballad.]

Are the Jacks fair without, the 8 Be the Jacks fair within, the Jills fair within? Jills fair without ?] i.e. Are What his conceit is in this, I the drinking vessels clean, and confess I know not. the maid servants dress'd? But



Curt. This is to feel a tale, not to hear a tale.

Gru. And therefore 'cis calld a sensible tale: and this cuff was but to knock at your ear, and beseech liftning. Now I begin : imprimis, we came down a foul hill, my master riding behind my mistress.

Curt. Both on one horse?
Gru. What's that to thee?
Curt. Why, a horse.

Gru. Tell thou the tale. But hadst thou not croft me, thou should'st have heard how her horse fell, and she under her horse: thou should'st have heard in how miry a place, how she was bemoil'd, how he left her with the horse upon her, how he beat me because her horse stumbled, how fhe waded through the dirt to pluck him off me; how he swore, how she pray'd that never pray'd before; how I cry'd; how the horses can away; how her bridle was burst: how I loft my crupper ; with many things of worthy memory, which now Ihall die in oblivion, and thou return unexperienc'd to thy grave.

Curt. By this reckoning he is more shrew than the.

Gru. Ay, and that you and the proudest of you all shall find when he comes home. But what talk I of this ? call forth Nathanael, Joseph, Nicholas, Philip, Walter, Sugarsop, and the relt: let their heads be sleekly comb'd, their blue coats brush'd, and their garters of an indifferent knit; let them curt’ly 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, ho ? you must meet my master to countenance my mistress.

9 Garters of an indifferent that their Garters should be felknit.] What is the sense of this lows ; indifferent, or not different, I know not, unless it means,

one from che other.


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