on? Be the jacks fair within, the jills fair without, the carpets laid, and every thing in order?

Curt. All ready; And therefore, I pray thee, news? Gru. First, know, my horse is tired; my master and mistress fallen out.

Curt. How?

Gru. Out of their saddles into the dirt; And thereby hangs a tale.

Curt. Let's ha't, good Grumio,

Gru. Lend thine ear.

Curt. Here.

Gru. There.

[Striking him. Curt. This is to feel a tale, not to hear a tale. Gru. And therefore 'tis called, a sensible tale: and this cuff was but to knock at your ear, and be'seech listening. Now I begin: Imprimis, we came down a foul hill, my master riding behind my mis

tress:

Curt. Both on one horse?

Gru. What's that to thee?
Curt. Why, a horse.

But hadst thou not

Gru. Tell thou the tale: cross'd me, thou should'st 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 cried; 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 unexperienced to thy grave.

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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

A

I of this?

call forth Nathaniel, Joseph, Nicholas, Philip, Walter, Sugar op, and the rest: let their heads be sleekly combed, their blue coats brushed, and their garters of an indifferent knit: let them curt'sy 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?

Ourt. They are..

Gru. Call them forth.

Curt. Do you hear, ho? you must meet my master, to countenance my mistress.

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

Curt. Who knows not that?

Gru. Thou, it seems; that call'st for company to conntenance her.

Curt. I call them forth to credit her.

Gru. Why, she comes to borrow nothing of them.

Enter several Servants.

Nath. Welcome home, Grumio.

Phil. How now, Grumio?

Jos. What, Grumio!.

Nich. Fellow Grumio!

Nath. How now, old lad?

what,

you; fellow, you;

and thus much for greeting.

Gru. Welcome, you; how now, you;

Now, my spruce companions, is all ready, and all things neat?'

Nath. All things is ready: How near is our master? Gru. E'en at hand, alighted by this; and therefore be not, Cock's passion, silence! I hear my

master.

Enter PETRUCHIO and KATHARINA.

Pet. Where be these knaves? What, no man ta

door,

To hold my stirrup, 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! You loggerheaded and unpolish'd grooms! What, no attendance? no regard? no duty? Where is the foolish knaye I sent before?

Gru. Here, Sir; as foolish as I was before.
Pet. You peasant swain! you whorson malthorse
drudge!

Did I not bid thee meet me in the park,
And bring along these rascal kuaves with thee?.
Gru. Nathaniel's coat, Sir, was not fully made,
And Gabriel's pumps were all unpink'd i' the 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,
The rest were ragged, old, and beggarly
Yet, as they are, here are they come to meet you.
Pet. Go, rascals, go, and fetch my supper iu.
[Exeunt some of the Servants.

1

[Sings.

Where the life that late I led
Where are those Sit down, Kate, and welcome.
Soud, soud, soud, soud!

Re-enter Servants, with supper.

Why, when, I say? - Nay, good sweet Kate, be merry.
Off with my boots, you rogues, 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 mend the plucking off the other.
[Strikes him.
Be merry, Kate: Some water, here; what ho!-

Where's my spaniel Troilus? - Sirrah, get you hence,

And bid my cousin Ferdinand come hither;

[Exit Servant.

One, Kate, that you must kiss, and be acquainted

Where are my slippers? Shall I have some water? [A bason is presented to him.

Come, Kate, and wash, and welcome heartily:

[Servant lets the ewer fall.

You whoreson villain! will you let it fail?

{Strikes him.

Kath. Patience, I pray you; 'twas a fault unwilling. Pet. A whorson, beetleheaded, flapear'd knave! Come, Kate, sit down; I know you have a stomach. Will you give thanks sweet Kate; or else shall I? What is this? mutton?

1 Serv. Ay.

Pet. Who brought it?

1 Serv. L.

Pet.

Tis burnt; and so is all the meat:.

What dogs are these? Where is the rascal cook? How durst you, villains, bring it from the dresser, And serve it thus to me that love it not?

There, take it to you, trenchers, cups, and all:

Throws the meat, etc. about the stage. You heedless joltheads, and unmanner'd slaves! What, do you grumble? I'll be with you straight. Kath. I pray you, husband, be not so disquiet; The meat was well, if you were so contented.

Pet. I tell thee, Kate, 'twas burnt, and dried away; And I expressly am forbid to touch it, For it engenders choler, planteth anger; And better 'twere, that both of us did fast, → Since, of ourselves, ourselves are cholerick, Than feed it with such over-roasted flesh. Be patient; to-morrow it shall be mended, And, for this night, we'll fast for company:

Come, I will bring thee to thy bridal chamber.
[Exeunt PETRUCHIO, KATHARINA, and CURTIS.
Nath. Advancing.] Peter, didst ever see the like?
Peter. He kills her in her own humour.

Re-enter CURTIS.

Gru. Where is he?

Curt. In her chamber,

Making a sermon of continency to her:

And rails, and swears, and rates; that she, poor soul,
Knows not which way to stand, to look, to speak;
And sits as one new-risen from a dream.
Away, away! for he is coming hither."

Re-enter PETRUCHIO.

[Exeunt.

Pet. Thus have I politickly begun my reign,
And 'tis my hope to end successfully:

My faulcon now is sharp, and passing empty;
And, till she stoop, she must not be full górg'd,"
For then she never looks upon her lure.
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 bate, 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 she 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 bolster,
This way the coverlet, another way the sheets:
Ay, and amid this hurly, I intend,
That all is done in reverend 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 a way to kill a wife with kindness;