So fhall you quietly enjoy your hope,
And marry fweet Bianca with confent.

Luc. Were it not, that my fellow school mafter
Doth watch Bianca's fteps fo narrowly,
'Twere good, methinks, to fteal our marriage;
Which once perform'd, let all the world fay, no,,
I'll keep my own, defpight of all the world.

Tra. That by degrees we mean to look into,
And watch our vantage in this bufinefs:
We'll over-reach the grey beard Gremio,.
The narrow-prying Father Minola,
The quaint mufician amorous Licia ;
All for my mafter's fake, Lucentiq.

Enter Gremio.

Now, Signior Gremio, came you from the church?
Gre. As willingly as e'er I came from fchool.
Tra. And is the Bride and Bridegroom coming home
Gre. A Bridegroom, fay you? 'tis a groom, indeed,
A grumbling groom, and that the girl fhall find.
Tra. Curfter than fhe ? why, 'tis impoffible.
Gre. Why, he's a devil, a devil, a very fiend.
Tra. Why, fhe's a devil, a devil, the devil's dam..
Gre. Tut, fhe's a lamb, a dove, a fool to him:
I'll tell you, Sir Lucentio; when the Prieft
Should ask, if Catharine fhould be his wife?`
Ay, by gogs woons, quoth he; and fwore fo loud,.
That, all amaz'd, the Priest let fall the book;
And, as he ftoop'd again to take it up,

This mad-brain'd Bridegroom took him fuch a cuff,
That down fell priest and book, and book and priest.
Now take them up, quoth he, if any lift.

Tra. What faid the wench, when he rofe up again?
Gre. Trembled and fhook; for why, he ftamp'd and
fwore,

As if the Vicar meant to cozen him..

But after many ceremonies done,

He calls for wine: a health, quoth he; as if

H'ad been aboard carowfing to his Mates

After a form; quafft off the mufcadel,

And

And threw the fops all in the fexton's face;
Having no other caufe, but that his beard
Grew thin and hungerly, and feem'd to ask
His fops as he was drinking. This done, he took
The Bride about the neck, and kift her lips
With fuch a clamorous fmack, that at the parting
All the church echo'd; and I seeing this,
Came thence for very fhame; and after me,
I know, the rout is coming: Such a mad marriage
Ne'er was before.-Hark, hark, I hear the minstrels.
[Mufick plays
Enter Petruchio, Catharina, Bianca, Hortenfio,

and Baptifta.

Pet: Gentlemen and friends, I thank you for your pains:

I know, you
think to dine with me to day,
And have prepar'd great flore of wedding cheer;
But fo it is, my halte doth call me hence;
And therefore here I mean to take my leave.

Bap. Is't poffible; you will away to night?
Pet. I mult away to day, before night come..
Make it no wonder; if you knew my bufinefs,,
You would intreat me rather go than stay.
And, honeft Company, I thank you all,
That have beheld me give away my felf
To this most patient, fweet and virtuous wife.'.
Dine with my father, drink a health to me,
For I muft hence, and farewel to you all.

Tra. Let us intreat you ftay 'till after dinner..
Pet. It may not be.

Cra. Let me intreat you..

Pet. It cannot be.

Cath. Let me intreat you.

Pet. I am content

Cath. Are you content to stay ?

Pet. I am content, you shall intreat me, flay;

But yet not ftay, intreat me how you can.
Cath. Now, if you love me, ftay,

Pet. Grumio, my horses.

Gruz.

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

Cath. Nay, then,

Do what theu canft, I will not go to day;

No, nor to morrow, nor 'till I please my self:
The door is open, Sir, there lyes your way,
You may be jogging, while your boots are green;
For me, I'll not go, 'till I please my self:
Tis like, you'll prove a jolly furly groom,
That take it on you at the first fo roundly.
Pet. O Kate, content thee, pr'ythee, be not angry.
Cath. I will be angry; what haft thou to do?
Father, be quiet; he shall stay my leifure.

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 fhe had not a fpirit to refift.

Pet. They fhall go forward, Kate, at thy commands. Obey the Bride, you that attend on her:

Go to the feaft, revel and domineer ;
Carowse full measure to her maiden-head;
Be mad and merry, or go hang yourselves ;;
But for my, bonny Kate, the muft with me.
Nay, look not big, nor ftampt, nor ftare, nor fret,,
I will be mafter of what is mine own;

She is my goods, my chattels, fhe is my house,,
My houfhold-ftuff, my field, my barn,.

My horfe, my ox, my afs, my any thing;

And here fhe ftands, touch her who ever dare,
I'll bring my action on the proudest he,.
That ftops my way in Padua: Grumio,.

Draw forth thy weapon; we're befet with thieves
Refcue thy mistress, if thou be a man:

Fear not, fweet wench, they fhall not touch them.

Kate;

I'll buckler thee again 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. Miftrefs, what's your opinion of your Sifter?
Bian. That, being mad her felf, fhe's madly mated.
Gre. I warrant him, Petruchio is Kated.

Bap. Neighbours and Friends, tho' Bride and Brides groom want

For to fupply the places at the table;

You know, there wants no junkets at the feast ::
Lucentio, you fupply the Bridegroom's place;
And let Bianca take her Sifter's room.

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

[Exeunt

F

ACT IV.

SCENE, Petruchio's Country House..
Enter Grumio..

GR u M 1 Q.b.

IE, 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? F am fent 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 my belly, ere I fhould come by a fire to thaw me; but I with blowing the fire fhall warm my felf; for confidering the weather, a taller man than I will take cold: holla, hoa,, Curtis!

Enter Curtis.

Curt. Who is it that calls fo coldly?

Gru. A piece of ice. If thou doubt it, thou may'

flide from my fhoulder to my heel, with no greater a run but my head and my neck. A fire, good Curtis. Curt. Is my mafter and his wife coming, Grumio? Gru. Oh, ay, Curtis, ay; and therefore fire, fire; caft on no water.

Curt. Is the fo hot a Shrew, as fhe's reported?

Gru. She was, good Curtis, before this froft; but thou know'ft, winter tames man, woman and beaft; for it hath tam'd my old mafter, and my new miftrefs, and my felf, fellow Curtis.

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

Gru. Am I but three inches? why, my horn is a foot, and fo long am I at the least. But wilt thou: make a fire, or fhall I complain on thee to our mistrefs, whofe hand, the being now at hand, thou fhalt foon 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 mafter and miftrefs are almost frozen to death.

Curt. There's fire ready; and therefore, good Grumio, the news.

Gru. Why, Jack boy, ho boy, and as much news asthou wilt.

Curt. Come, you are fo full of conycatching.

Cru. Why, therefore, fire; for I have caught extream cold. Where's the cook? is fupper ready, the houfe trimm'd, rushes ftrew'd, cobwebs fwept, the fervingmen in their new fuftian, their white ftockings, and every officer his wedding garment on? be the Jacks fair within, the Fills fair without, carpets laid, and every thing in order?

Curt. All ready: and therefore, I pray thee, what

news?

Gru. Firft, know, my horfe is tired, my mafter and miftrefs fall'n out.