Enter PETRUCHIO.

"Thus have I politicly begun my reign, "And 'tis my hope to end successfully:

"My falcon now is sharp, and passing empty, "And till she stoop, she must not be full gorg'd, "For then she never looks upon her lure.

k Another way

I have to man my haggard, "To make her come, and know her keeper's " call:

"That is, to watch her, as we watch these "kites

"That bit and beat, and will not be obedient. "She eat no meat to-day, nor none shall eat; "Last night she slept not, nor to night shall "not: "

"As with the meat, some undeserved fault". "I'll find about the making of the bed; "And here I'll fling the pillow, there the bol

❝ster,

"This way the coverlet; that way the sheets; "Aye, and amid this hurly, I'll pretend "That all is done in reverent care of her: "And, in conclusion, she shall watch all night; "And, if she chance to nod, I'll rail and brawl, "And with the clamour keep her still awake. "This is the way to kill a wife with kindness, "And thus I'll curb her mad and headstrong "humour

"He that knows better how to tame a shrew, "Now let him speak, 'tis charity to shew."

[Exit.

END OF THE SECOND ACT.

N°,

66

ACT III.

Enter CATHERINE AND GRUMIO.

GRUMIO.

my

o, no, forsooth, I dare not for life.
"Cath. The more my wrong, the more
"his spite appears.

"What, did he marry me to famish me?
Beggars that come unto my father's door,
"Upon intreaty have a present alms;
"If not, elsewhere they meet with charity:
"But I, who never knew how to intreat,
"Nor ever needed that I should intreat,
"Am starv'd for meat, giddy for lack of sleep:
"With oaths kept waking, and with brawling

"fed;

"And that which spites me more than all these ❝ wants,

"He does it under name of perfect love:
"As who would say, if I should sleep or eat,
""Twere deadly sickness, or else present
"death!".

I pr'ythee go, and get me some repast;
I care not what, so it be wholesome food.
Grum. What say you to a neat's foot?
Cath. 'Tis passing good; I pr'ythee let me
have it.

Grum. I fear it is too phlegmatic a meat.
How say you to a fat tripe, finely boiled?
Cath. I like it well; good Grumio, fetch it

me.

Grum. I cannot tell-I fear, it's choleric. What say you to a piece of beef and mustard? Cath. A dish that I do love to feed upon. Grum. Aye, but the mustard is too hot a lit tle.

Cath. Why then, the beef, and let the mus

tard rest.

Grum, Nay, that I will not, you shall have the mustard,

Or else you get no beef of Grumio.

Cath. Then both, or one, or any thing thon wilt.

Grum. Why then, the mustard, dame, without the beef.

slave,

Cath. Go, get thee gone, thou false deluding [Beats him, That feed'st me only with the name of meat ;

Sorrow on thee, and all the pack of you,
That triumph thus upon my misery.
Go, get thee gone, I say.

Enter PETRUCHIO.

Pet. Why, how now !

What, sweeting, all amort? mistress, what cheer?

Cath. 'Faith as cold as can be.

Pet. Pluck up thy spirits, look cheerfully

upon me.

For now, my honey-love, we are refresh'd-
Cath. Refresh'd, with what?

Pet. We will return unto thy father's house, And revel it as bravely as the best,

"With silken coats, and caps, and golden "rings,

"With ruffs and cuffs, and fardingals, and "things:

"With scarffs, and fans, and double change of "brav'ry,"

Now thou hast eat, the taylor stays thy leisure, To deck thy body with his rustling treasure.

Enter TAYLOR.

Come, taylor, let us see these ornaments.

Enter HABERDASHER.

"Lay forth the gowns-What news with you, "sir?"

Haber. Here is the cap your worship did be speak.

Pet. Why this was moulded on a porringer; "A velvet dish: fy, fy, 'tis lewd and filthy:" Why 'tis a cockle, or a walnut shell,

A knack, a toy, a trick, a baby's cap.
Away with it; come, let me have a bigger.
Cath. I'll have no bigger; this doth fit the
tiine,

And gentlewomen wear such caps as these.
Pet. When you are gentle, you shall have one
too,

And not till then.

Cath. Why, sir, I trust I may have leave to speak,

And speak I will; I am no child, no babe; Your betters have endur'd me say my mind; And if you cannot, best you stop your ears; "My tongue will tell the anger of my heart, "Or else my heart, concealing it, will break; "And rather than it shall, I will be free, "E'en to the utmost as I please in words." Pet. Thou say'st true, Kate, it is a paultry

cap,

"A custard coffin, bauble, silken pie."
I love thee well, in that thou lik'st it not.