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 eccho'd; and I feeing this,
Came thence for very fhame; and after me
I know the rout is coming:

Such a mad marriage never was before.

Hark, hark, I hear the minstrels play. [Mufick plays,

SCENE

VII.

Enter Petruchio, Katharina, Bianca, Hortenfio,

and Baptista.

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 ftore of wedding cheer;
But fo it is, my hafte doth call me hence;
And therefore here I mean to take my leave."
Bap. Is't poffible you will away to-night?
Pet. I muft away to-day, before night come.
Make it no wonder; if you knew my bufinefs,
You would entreat me rather go than stay.
And honeft company, I thank you all,
That have beheld me give away my felf
To this moft 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.

Gre. Let me intreat you.
Fet. It cannot be.

Kath. Let me intreat you.

Pet. I am content.

Kath. Are you content to ftay?

Pet. I am content you fhall intreat me ftay; But yet not ftay, intreat me how you can. Kath. Now, if you love me, ftay.

Pet. Grumio, my horfes.

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

Kath. Nay then

Do what thou canft, I will not go to-day;
No, nor to-morrow, nor 'till I please my felf:
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 firft fo roundly.
Pet. O Kate content thee; pr'ythee be not angry.
Kath. I will be angry; what haft thou to do?
Father, be quiet; he fall ftay my leifure.

Gre. Ay, marry Sir, now it begins to work.
Kath, 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 command. Obey the bride, you that attend on her: Go to the feaft, revel and domineer; Carowfe full measure to her maiden-head; Be mad and merry, or go hang your felves; But for my bonny Kate, fhe muft with me. Nay

look not big, nor ftamp, nor ftare, nor fret, I will be mafter of what is mine own;

She is my goods, my chattels, fhe is my houfe,
My houfhold ftuff, my field, my barn,

My horfe, my ox, my afs, my any thing;
And here fhe stands, touch her who ever dare;
I'll bring my action on the proudeft he,
That ftops my way in Padua: Grumio,

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

Fear not, fweet wench, they fhall not touch thee, Kates
I'll buckler thee against a million. [Exe. Pet. and Kath.
Bap. Nay, let them go, a couple of quiet ones.
Gre. Went they not quickly, I fhould die with
laughing.

Tra. Of all mad matches, never was the like.
Luc. Miftrefs, what's your opinion of your fifter?

Bian.

Bian. That being mad her felf, fhe's madly mated..
Gre. I warrant him Petruchio is Kated.

Bap. Neighbours and friends, tho' bride and bridegroom want

For to fupply the places at the table;

You know there wants no junkets at the feaft:
Lacentio, you fupply the bridegroom's place,
And let Bianca take her fifter's room.

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

[Exeunt

ACT IV. SCENE L
Petruchio's Country House.

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Enter Grumio.

GRUMI O.

KIE, fie on all tired jades, and all mad mafters, and all foul ways! was ever man fo beaten was ever man fo raide? was ever man fo 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 ve-ry 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'st

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flide

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 fhe fo hot a fhrew as fhe's reported?

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

Curt. Away, you three-inch'd fool; I am no beast. Gru. Am I but three inches? why thy horn is a foot, and fo long am I at the leaft. But wilt thou make a fire, or fhall I complain on thee to our miftrefs, whofe hand, the being now at hand, thou shalt 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 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 fo full of conycatching.

Gru. Why therefore fire; for I have caught extream cold. Where's the cook? is fupper ready, the houfe trimm'd, rufhes ftrew'd, cobwebs fwept, the fervingmen in their new fuftian, their white stockings, 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 miftrefs fall'n out.

Curt. How?

Gru,

Gru. Out of their faddles into the dirt; and there

by hangs a tale,

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

Gru. Lend thine ear.

Curt. Here.

Gru. There.

[Strikes him.

Curt. This is to feel a tale, not to hear a tale. Gru. And therefore 'tis call'd a fenfible tale: and this cuff was but to knock at your ear, and befeech liftning. Now I begin imprimis we came down a foul hill, my mafter riding behind my mistress. Curt. Both on one horfe?

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

Gru. Tell thou the tale. But hadft thou not croft me, thou should'ft have heard how her horfe fell, and fhe under her horfe: thou fhould't have heard in how miry a place, how fhe was bemoil'd, how he left her with the horse upon her, how he beat me becaufe her horfe ftumbled, how the waded through the dirt to pluck him off me; how he swore, how fhe pray'd that never pray'd before; how I cry'd, how the horses ran away, how her bridle was burft, how I lost my crupper; with many things of worthy memory, which now fhall die in oblivion, and thou return unexperienc'd to thy grave.

Curt. By this reckoning he is more fhrew than fhe. Gru. Ay, and that thou and the proudest of you all fhall find when he comes home. But what talk I of this? call forth Nathaniel, Jofeph, Nicholas, Philip, Walter, Sugerfop, and the reft: let their heads be fleeky comb'd, their blue coats brush'd, and their gar ters of an indifferent knit; let them curt'fie with their left legs, and not prefume to touch a hair of my mafter's horfe tail, 'till they kifs their hands. Are they all ready?

Curt. They are.

Gru. Call them forth.

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

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