Gru. Why fhe hath a face of her own.
Curt. Who knows not that?

Gru. Thou it seems, that call'ft for company to countenance her.

Curt. I call them forth to credit her.

Enter four or five Serving-men.

Gru. Why fhe comes to borrow nothing of them. Nat. Welcome home, Grumio.

Phil. How now, Grumio?

Jof. What, Grumio!

Nich. Fellow Grumio!

Nath. How now, old lad.

Gru. Welcome you; how now you; what you; fellow you; and thus much for greeting. Now, my fpruce companions, is all ready, and all things neat? Nat. All things are ready; how near is our mafter? Gru. E'en at hand, alighted by this; and therefore be not cock's paffion, filence, I hear my master.

SCENE II.

Enter Petruchio and Kate.

Pet. Where be thefe knaves? what, no man at 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 unpolifh'd grooms: What? no attendance? no regard ? no duty? Where is the foolifh knave I fent before? Gru. Here Sir, as foolish as I was before. Pet. You pleasant swain, you whorefon, malt-horse drudge,

Did not I bid thee meet me in the park,

And bring along the rafcal knaves with thee?

Gru. Nathaniel's coat, Sir, was not fully made: And Gabriel's pumps were all unpink'd i' th' heel: There was no link to colour Peter's hat,

And

And Walter's dagger was not come from fheathing: There were none fine, but Adam, Ralph, and Gregory, The reft were ragged, old and beggarly,

Yet as they are, here are they come to meet you. Pet. Go, rafcals, go and fetch my fupper in.

Where is the life that late I led?

Where are those?

[Ex. Serv

fit down Kate,

And welcome. Soud, foud, foud, foud.

Enter Servants with supper.

Why when I fay? nay, good fweet Kate be merry. Off with my boots, you rogue: 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 mind the plucking off the other..
[Strikes him.
Be merry, Kate: fome water here; what hoa.

Enter one with water.

Where's my fpaniel Troilus? firrah, get you hence,
And bid my coufin Ferdinand come hither:

One, Kate, that you must kifs, and be acquainted with.
Where are my flippers? fhall I have fome water?
Come Kate, and wafh, and welcome heartily:
You whorefon villain, will you let it fall?

Kat. Patience, I pray you, 'twas a fault unwilling, Pet. A whorefon, beatle-headed, flat-ear'd knave: Come Kate, fit down, I know you have a ftomach, Will you give thanks, fweet Kate, or elfe fhall[: What's this, mutton?

I Ser. Yes.

Pet. Who brought it?

Ser. I.

Pet. 'Tis burnt, and fo is all the meat:

What dogs are thefe where is the rafcal cook!

C. 5

How

How durft you, villains, bring it from the dreffer,
And ferve it thus to me that love it not?

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

[Throws the meat, &c. about the stage.
You heedlefs jolt-heads, and unmanner'd flaves.
What, do you grumble? I'll be with you ftraight.
Kat. I pray you, husband, be not fo difquiet,
The meat was well, if you were fo contented.
Pet. I tell thee, Kate, 'twas burnt and dry'd away,
And I exprefly am forbid to touch it:

For it engenders choler, planteth anger,
And better 'twere that both of us did faft,
Since of our felves, our felves are cholerick,'
Than feed it with fuch over-roafted flesh:
Be patient, for to-morrow't fhall be mended,
And for this night we'll faft for company.
Come, I will bring thee to thy bridal chamber. [Exe.
Enter Servants feverally.

Nath. Peter, didft ever fee the like?
Peter. He kills her in her own humour.
Gru. Where is he?

Enter Curtis, a Servant.

Curt. In her chamber, making a fermon of continency to her,

And rails, and fwears, and rates; and fhe poor foul
Knows not which way to ftand, to look, to fpeak,
And fits as one new-rifen from a dream,
Away, away, for he is coming hither.

SCENE III.

Enter Petruchio.

[Exeunt,

Pet. Thus have I politickly begun my reign,
And 'tis my hope to end fuccefsfully:
My faulcon now is fharp, and paffing empty,
And till fhe ftoop, fhe must not be full gorg'd,
For then he never looks upon her lure.

Ano

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 bait and beat, and will not be obedient.
She eat no meat to-day, nor none shall eat.
Laft night fhe flept not, nor to-night fhall not:
As with the meat, fome undeserved fault
I'll find about the making of the bed.
And here I'll fling the pillow, there the bolter,
This way the coverlet, that way the fheets;
Ay, and amid this hurly I'll pretend
That all is done in reverend care of her,
And in conclufion, fhe fhall watch all night:
And if the chance to nod, I'll rail and brawl,
And with the clamour keep her ftill awake.
This is a way to kill a wife with kindness,
And thus I'll curb her mad and headftrong humour,
He that knows better how to tame a fhrew,
Now let him speak, 'tis charity to shew.

[Exit.

Gru. No, no, forfooth, I dare not for my life. Kath. The more my wrong; the more his spite ap

pears:

What, did he marry me to famish me?
Beggars that come into my father's door,
Upon intreaty, have a prefent alms;
If not, elsewhere they meet with charity:
But I, who never knew how to intreat,
Nor never needed that I should intreat,

Am ftarv'd for meat, giddy for lack of fleep;
With oaths kept waking, and with brawling fed,
And that which fpights me more than all thefe wants,
He does it under name of perfect love:

As who would fay, if I fhould fleep or eat
'Twere deadly fickness, or else present death:
I pr'ythee go, and get me fome repaft;
I care not what, fo it be wholefome food...

Gru. What fay you to a neat's foot?

Kath. 'Tis paffing good; I pr'ythee let me have it. Gru. I fear it is too flegmatick a meat :: How fay you to a fat tripe finely broil'd? Kath. I like it well; good Grumio fetch it me. Gru. I cannot tell, I fear it's cholerick :: What fay you to a piece of beef and mustard? Kath. A difh that I do love to feed upon. Gru. Ay, but the mustard is too hot a little. Kath. Why then the beef, and let the muftard reft. Gru. Nay then I will not; you fhall have the mustard, Or elfe you get no beef of Grumio.

Kath. Then both, or one, or any thing thou wilt. Gru. Why then the mustard without the beef. Kath. Go, get thee gone, thou falfe deluding flave, [beats him. That feed'ft me with the very name of meat: Sorrow on thee, and all the pack of That triumph thus upon my misery. Go, get thee gone, I say.

you

Enter Petruchio, and Hortenfio with meat.

Pet. How fares my Kate? what, fweeting, all amort? Hor. Miftrefs, what cheer?

Kath. 'Faith as cold as can be.

Pet. Pluck up thy fpirits; look cheerfully upon mes Here love, thou feeft how diligent I am,

To drefs thy meat my felf, and bring it thee:
I'm fure, fweet Kate, this kindness merits thanks.
What, not a word? nay then, thou lov'ft it not: :
And all my pains is forted to no proof.
Here take away the dish.

Kath. I pray you let it ftand.

Pet. The pooreft fervice is repaid with thanks, And fo fhall mine before you touch the meat. Kath. I thank you, Sir.

Hor. Signior Petruchio, fie, you are to blame :

Come,