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Gru. Out of their faddles into the dirt ; and thereby hangs a tale.
Curt. Let's ha’t, good Grumia.
[Strikes him. Curt. This is to feel a tale, not to hear a tale.
Gru. And therefore 'tis call'd 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. Tell thou the tale. But hadft thou not croft me, thou should'It 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 she 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 ran away ; how her bridle was burst; how I lost my crupper ; with many things of worthy memory, which now shall die in oblivion, and thou return unexperienc'd to thy grave.
Curt. By this reckoning he is more shrew 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, Philip, Walter, Sugarlop, and the rest: let their heads be fleekly comb'd, their blue coats brush'd, and their garters of an indifferent knit; let them curt'fie 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.
Curt. Do you hear, ho? you must meet my master to countenance my mistress.
I hear my
Gru, Why, she hath a face of her own.
Gru. Thou, it seems, that call't for company to countenance herr Curt. I call them forth to credit her.
Enter four or five Serving-men. Gru. Why, she 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?
Nat. All things are ready ; how near is our master?
Gru. E'en at hand, alighted by this ; and therefore be not
-cock’s paflion, silence !. master.
Enter Petruchio and Kate. Pet. Where be these 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?
Gru. Here, Sir, as foolish as I was before.
Gru. Nathaniel'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 sheathing : There were none fine, but Adam, Ralph, and Gregory's
The rest were ragged, old and beggarly,
Exeunt Servants) Where is the life that late I led?
[Singing. Where are those fit down, Kate, And welcome. Soud, foud, soud, soud!
Enter Servants with Supper. Why, when, I say? nay, good sweet Kate, be merry. Of with my boots, you rogue: you villains, when? It was the Friar of Orders grey,
[Singu. 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 kim. Be merry, Kate : some water, here; what hoa!
Enter one with water, Where's my spaniel Troilus ? firrah, get you hence, And bid my cousin Ferdinand come hither : One, Kate, that you must kiss, and be acquainted with. Where are my flippers ? shall I have some water ? Come, Kate, and wash, and welcome heartily : You, whoreson villain, will you let it fall ?
Cath. Patience, I pray you, 'twas a fault unwilling.
Pet. A whoreson, beatle-headed, flap-ear'd knave: Come, Kate, sit down ; I know, you have a stomach. Will you give thanks, sweet Kate, or else shall I? What's this, mutton?
I Ser. Yes.
Pet. 'Tis burnt, and fo is all the meat :
You heedless jolt-heads, and unmanner'd slaves !
Cath. I pray you, husband, be not so disquiet ;
Pet. I tell thee, Kate, 'twas burnt and dry'd away, And I exprefly am forbid to touch it : For it engenders choler, planteth anger ; And better 'twere, that Both of us did fast, Since, of our selves, our selves are cholerick, Than feed it with such over-roasted flesh : Be patient, for to morrow't shall be mended, And for this night we'll fast for company. Come, I will bring thee to thy bridal chamber. [Exe.
Enter Servants severally. 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 sermon of conti
nency to her,
I have to man my haggard,
And here I'll Aling the pillow, there the bolster,
SC EN E, before Baptista's House.
Enter Tranio and Hortensio.
S't poslible, friend Licios that Bianca (16) -
(16) Is't possible, friend Licio, &c.] This Scene, Mr. Pope, upa on what Authority I can't pretend to guess, has in his Editions made the First of the Fifth A&t: in doing which, he has shewn the very Power and Force of Criticism. The Consequence of this judicious Regulation is, that two unpardonable Absurdities are fix'd upon the Author, which he could not possibly have committed. For, in the first place, by this shuffling the Scenes out of their true Position, we find Hortenfio, in the fourth Ac, already gone from Baptista's to Petruchio's Country-house ; and afterwards in the Beginning of the Fifth Act we find him first forming the Resolution 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, üss@gy megtepor: But this is an Abuse of it, which the Rhetoricians will never adopt upon Mr. Pope's Authority. Again, by this Misplacing, the Pedant makes his first Entrance, and quits the Stage with Tranio in order to go and dress himself like Vincentio, whom he was to personate: but his Second Entrance is upon the Very Heels of his Exit; and without any Interval