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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, fay you ? 'tis a groom, indeed, A grumbling groom, and that the girl îhall find.
Tra, Curiter than she? why, 'tis impossible. Gre. Why, he's a devil, a devil, a very fiend. • Tra. Why, she's a devil, a devil, the devil's dam.
Gre. Tut, she's a lamb, a dove, a fool to him : I'll tell you, Sir Lucentio; when the Priest Should ask, if Catharine should be his wife ? Ay, by gogs-woons, quoth he; and swore fo loud, That, all-amaz'd, the Priest let fall the book ; And as he stoop'd again to take it up, This mad-brain'd Bridegroom took him such a cuff, That down fell priest and book, and book and priest. Now take them up, quoth he, if any lift.
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, Hortensio,
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 halte doth call me hence ; And therefore here I mean to take my leave.
Bap. Is't possible, you will away to night?
Pet. I must away to day, before night come:
Tra. Let us intreat you stay 'till after dinner.
Pet. I am content, you shall intreat me, stay ; ;
Cath. Now, if you love me, stay.
Gru. Ay, Sir, they be ready : the oats have eater the horses.
Cath. Nay, then,
go, 'till I please my self : 'Tis like, you'll prove a jolly surly groom, That take it on you at the first so roundly.
Pet. O, Kate, content thee, pr’ythee, be not angry.
Cath. I will be angry; what haft thou to da? 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. 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.
Tra. Shall sweet Bianca practise how to bride it?
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SCENE, Petruchio's Country House.
I I E, fie on all tired jades, and all mad masters, and all foul ways ! was ever man so beaten ? was
ever man so raide ? was ever man so 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 my 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 !
side from my shoulder to my heel, with no greater a run but my head and my neck. A fire, good Curtis.
Curt. Is my master and his wife coming, Gremio ?
Gru. Oh, ay, Curtis, ay ; and therefore fire, fire ; cast on no water.
Curt. Is The 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 beast ; 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 Tall I complain on thee to our mistress, whose hand, she being now at hand, thou shalt soon feel to thy cold comfort, for being slow 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 Grumio, 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 supper ready, the house trimm'd, rushes strew'd, cobwebs swept, the servingmen in their new fuftian, their white ftockings, and every officer his wedding garment on? be the Jacks fair within, the Jills 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?