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So shall you quietly enjoy your hope,
Luc. Were it not, that my fellow school-master
Tra. That by degrees we mean to look into,
Gre. As willingly as e’er I came from school.
Gre. A Bridegroom, say you ? 'tis a groom, indeed, A grumbling groom, and that the girl Thall find.
Ira. Curster than she ? why, 'tis impossible.
Gre. Tut, she's a lamb, a dove, a fool to him :
Tra. What said the wench, when he rose up again?
And threw the sops all in the sexton's face ;
[Mufick plays. Enter Petruchio, Catharina, Bianca, Hortenfio,
your pains : I know, you think to dine with me to day, And have prepar'd great store of wedding cheer ; But so it is, my hafte doth call me hence ; And therefore here I mean to take
leave. Bap. Is't possible, you will away to night?
Pet. I must away to day, before night comes.
Tra. Let us intreat you stay 'till after dinner.
Pet. I am content, you shall intreat me, Itay ;
Cath. Now, if you love me, stay,
boots are green
Gru. Ay, Sir, they be ready : the oats have eated the horses.
Cath. Nay, then,
Cath. I will be angry; what haft thou to do? Father, be quiet ; he shall stay my leisure.
Gre. Ay, marry, Sir ; now it begins to work.
Cath. Gentlemen, forward to the bridal dinner.
Pet. They shall go forward, Kate, at thy command.
[Exeunt Pet. and Cath.
Tra. Of all mad matches, never was the like.
Bap. Neighbours and Friends, tho' Bride and Bride-
Tra, Shall sweet Bianca practise how to bride it?
I E, fie on all tired jades, and all mad masters, and all foul ways ! was ever man fo beaten ? was
ever man fo raide ? was ever man fo weary? I am sent before, to make a fire; and they are coming after, to warm them: now were I not a little pot, and foon hot, my very lips might freeze to my teeth, my tongue to the roof of my mouth, my heart in
belly, ere I should come by a fire to thaw me; but I with blowing the fire shall warm my self; for, considering the weather, a taller man than I will take cold : holla, hoa, Curtis !
head and my
side from my shoulder to my heel, with no greater a run but my
neck. A fire, good Curtis. Curt. Is my master and his wife coming, Gramio ?
Gru. Oh, ay, Curtis, ay ; and therefore fire, fire; cast on no water.
Curt. Is she so hot a Shrew, as she's reported ?
Gru. She was, good Curtis, before this frost; but thou know'st, winter tames man, woman and beaft; for it hath tam'd my old master, and my new mistress, and my self, fellow Curtis.
Curt. Away, you three-inch'd fool ; I am no beaft.
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 shall I complain on thee to our mistress, whose hand, the being now at hand, thou shalt soon feel to thy cold comfort, for being flow in thy hot office.
Curt. I pr’ythee, 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 Græmio, the news.
Gru. Why, Jack boy, ho 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? be the Jacks fair within, the Hills 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