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So shall you quietly enjoy your hope,
And marry sweet Bianca with consent.

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

Tra. That by degrees we mean to look into,
And watch our vantage in this business :
We'll over-reach the grey-beard Gremie,
The narrow-prying Father Minola,
The quaint musician amorous Licio;
All for my master's fake, Lucentio.

Enter Gremio.
Now, Signior Gremio, came you from the church ?

Gre. As willingly as e'er I came from school.
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 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?
Gre. Trembled and shook; for why, he stamp'd and

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 carowsing to his Mates
After a storm ; quafft off the muscadel,


And threw the sops all in the sexton's face ;
Having no other cause, but that his beard
Grew thin and hungerly, and seem'd to ask
His sops as he was drinking. This done, he took
The Bride about the neck, and kift her lips
With such a clamorous smack, that at the parting
All the church echo'd ; and I seeing this,
Came thence for very shame ; and after-me,
I know, the roat is coming : Such a mad marriage
Ne'er was before. - Hark, hark, I hear the minstrels.

[Mufick plays. Enter Petruchio, Catharina, Bianca, Hortensio,

and Baptista.
Pet. Gentlemen and friends, I thank you


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:
Make it no wonder ; if you knew my business,
You would entreat me rather go than stay.
And, honest Company, I thank you all,
That have beheld me give away my

To this most patient, sweet and virtuous wife.
Dine with my father, drink a health to me,
For I must hence, and farewel to you all.

Tra. Let us intreat you stay 'till after dinner.
Pet. It may not be.
Gre. Let me intreat you.
Pet. It cannot be.
Cath. Let me intreat your
Pet. I am content-
Cath. Are you content to stay ?

Pet. I am content, you shall intreat me, stay ; ;
But yet not stay, intreat me how you can,

Cath. Now, if you love me, stay.
Pet. Grumio, my horses.

For me,

I'll not

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

Cath. Nay, then,
Do what thou canft, I will not go to day ;
No, nor to morrrow, nor 'till I please my self:
The door is open, Sir, there lyes your way,
You may be jogging, while your boots are green ;

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.
I see, a woman may be made a fool,
If she had not a spirit to resist.

Pet. They shall go forward, Kate, at thy command.
Obey the Bride, you that attend on her:
Go to the feast, revel and domineer ;
Carowse full measure to her maiden-head;
Be mad and merry, or go hang your selves ;
But for my bonny Kate, she must with me.
Nay, look not big, nor ftamp, nor ftare, nor fret,
I will be master of what is mine own ;
She is my goods, my chattels, she is my house,
My houshold-stuff, my field, my barn,
My horse, my ox, my ass, my any thing ;
And here the stands, touch her who ever dare.
I'll bring my action on the proudeft he, :
That stops my way in Padua: Grumio,
Draw forth thy weapon ; we're beset with thieves ;
Rescue thy mistress, if thou be a man :
Fear not, sweet wench, they shall not touch thee,

I'll buckler thee against 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


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Tra. Of all mad matches, never was the like.
Luc. Mistress, what's your opinion of your Sifter?
Bian. That, being mad her self, she's madly mated.
Gre. I warrant him, Petruchio is Kated.
Bap. Neighbours and Friends, tho' Bride and Bride-

groom want
For to supply the places at the table;
You know, there wants no junkets at the feast :
Lucentio, you supply the Bridegroom's place;
And let Bianca take her Sister's room.

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


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SCENE, Petruchio's Country House.

Enter Grumio.





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 !

Enter Curtis.
Curt. Who is it that calls fo coldly?
Gru. A piece of ice. If thou doubt it, thou may'it


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?


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