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

Curt. Who knows not that?

Gru. Thou, it seems, that call'd for company to countenance her.

Curt. I call them forth to credit her.

Enter four or five Serving men.

Gru. Why, the comes to borrow nothing of them.
Nath. 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 fpruce 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 notcock's paffion, filence! -I hear my master.

SCENE II.

Enter Petruchio and Kate.

Pet. Where be thefe knaves? what, no man at door to hold my stirrup, nor to take my horfe? where is Nathanael, Gregory, Philip?

All Serv. Here, here, Sir? here, Sir.

Pet. Here, Sir, here, Sir, here, Sir, here, Sir? You loggerheaded and unpolifh'd grooms: What? no attendance? no regard? no duty? Where is the foolifh knave I fent before?

Gru. Here, Sir, as foolish as I was before.

Pet. You peasant fwain, you whorefon, malt-horse

drudge,

Did not I bid thee meet me in the park,

And bring along these rascal knaves with thee?

Gru.

Gru. Nathanael's coat, Sir, was not fully made: And Gabriel's pumps were all unpink'd 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 supper in.

[Exeunt Servants. [Singing.

-fit down, Kate

Where is the life that late I led?

Where are thofe

And welcome. Soud, foud, foud, foud 2!

Enter Servants with Supper.

Why, when, I fay? nay, good sweet Kate, be merry.
Off with my boots, you rogue: you villains, when?
It was the Friar of Orders grey,
As he forth walked on his way.

[Sings.

Out, out, you rogue! you pluck my foot awry.
Take that, and mind the plucking off the other.

[Strikes him. Be merry, Kate: fome 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 fome water?
Come, Kate, and wash, and welcome heartily:
You, whorefon villain, will you let it fall?

Cath. Patience, I pray you, 'twas a fault unwilling.
Pet. A whorefon, beatle-headed, flap-car'd knave:

-no link to colour Peter's bat,] Link, I believe, is the fame with what we now call lamp black.

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Soud, Joud, &c.] That

is, feet, fweet. Soot, good, and fometimes foth, is fweet. So in Milton, to fing foothly, is, to fing fweetly.

Come,

Come, Kate, fit down; I know, you have a ftomach. Will you give thanks, fweet Kate, or elfe fhall I? What's this, mutton?

I Ser. Yes.

Pet. Who brought it?
Ser. I.

Pet. 'Tis burnt, and fo is all the meat: What dogs are thefe ? where is the rafcal cook? How durft you, villains, bring it from the dreffer, And ferve 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 heedlefs jolt-heads, and unmanner'd flaves!
What, do you grumble? I'll be with you ftraight.
Cath. 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 dry'd away,
And I exprefly am forbid to touch it:

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

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.

Curt. In her chamber, making a fermon of continency to her,

And rails and fwears, and rates; that fhe, poor foul, Knows not which way to ftand, to look, to fpeak,

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And fits as one new-rifen from a dream,
Away, away, for he is coming hither.

SCENE

[Exeunt,

III.

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Enter Petruchio.

Pet. Thus have I politickly begun my reign,
And 'tis my hope to end fuccefsfully:
My faulcon now is fharp, and paffing empty,
And till fhe ftoop, fhe muft not be full-gorg'd,
For then she never looks upon her lure.
Another way I have to man my haggard',

To make her come, and know her mafter's Call:
That is, to watch her, as we watch thefe kites,
That bait and beat, and will not be obedient.
She ate no meat to-day, nor none shall eat.
Laft night the flept not, nor to-night shall 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 fheets;
Ay; and, amid this hurly, I'll pretend
That all is done in reverend care of her,
And, in conclufion, fhe fhall watch all night:
And, if the chance to nod, I'll rail and brawl,
And with the clamour keep her ftill awake.
This is a way to kill a wife with kindnefs; —
And thus I'll curb her mad and headstrong humour.
He that knows better how to tame a Shrew,
Now let him fpeak, 'tis charity to fhew.

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[Exit,

to man my baggard,] A haggard is a wild hawk; to man a hawk is to tame her.

SCENE

'S't poffible, friend Licio, that Bianca + Doth fancy any other but Lucentio? I tell you, Sir, fhe bears me fair in hand. Hor. To fatisfy you, Sir, in what I said, Stand by, and mark the manner of his teaching. [They ftand by.

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Enter Bianca and Lucentio.

Luc. Now, miftrefs, profit you in what you read?

Ist poible, friend Licio, &c.] This Scene, Mr. Pepe, upon what Authority I can't pretend to guefs, has, in his Editions made the First of the Fifth A&t: in doing which, he has fhewn the very Power and Force of Criticifm. The Confequence of this judicjoys Regulation is, that two unpardonable Abfurdities are fix'd upon the Author, which he could not poffibly have committed. For, in the firft Place, by thus fhuffing the Scenes out of their true Pofition, we find Hortenfio, in the fourth A&t, already gone from Baptifta's to Petruchio's Country-houfe; and afterwards in the beginning of the fifth Act we find him first forming the Refolution of quitting Bianca; and Tranio immediately informs us, he is gone to the Taming-School to Petruchio. There is a Figure,

indeed, in Rhetorick, call'd,

geo: But this is an Abuse of it, which the Rhetoricians will never adopt upon Mr, Pope's Authority. Again, by this Mifplacing, the Pedant makes his firft Entrance, and quits the Stage with Tranio in order to go and drefs himself like Vincentic, whom he was to perfonate: but his fecond Entrance is upon the very Heels of his Exit; and without any Interval of an A, or one Word intervening, he comes out again equipp'd like Vincentio. If fuch a Critick be fit to publish a Stage-Writer, I fhall not envy Mr. Pope's Admirers, if they fhould think fit to applaud his Sagacity. I have replac'd the Scenes in that Or. der, in which I found them in the old Books. THEOBALD

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Bian.