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ACT IV. SCENE I.

Petruchio's Country-houfe.

Enter Grumio.

Grumio.

'Y, fy on all tired jades, and all mad masters, and all foul ways! Was ever man so beaten? was ever man fo ray'd*? was ever man fo weary? I am fent before to make a fire; and they are coming after to warm them: now were not I 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 fhould come by a fire to thaw me: but I with blowing the fire fhall warm myself; 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 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 this frost; but thou know'ft, winter tames man, woman and beaft; for it hath tam'd my old mafter, and my new mistress, and thy felf, 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 fo long am I at the leaft. But wilt

That is, Was ever man fo marked with lafhes?

Johnson.

thou make a fire, or fhall I complain on thee to our miftrefs? whofe hand, fhe being now at hand, thou fhalt 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 miftrefs are almoft 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 coney-catching. Gru Why, therefore. fire; for I have caught extreme 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 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 horfe is tired, my master and miftrefs fallen out.

Curt. How?

Gru. Out of their faddles into the dirt; and thereby 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 miftrefs.

Curt. Both on one horse?

A fragment of fome old ballad. Warburton.

-But hadft thou

Gru. What's that to thee? Curt. Why, a horse. Gru. Tell thou the tale.not cross'd me, thou fhouldft have heard how her horfe fell, and fhe under her horfe: thou fhouldst have heard in how miry a place, how he was bemoil'd, how he left her with the horfe upon her, how he beat me because her horfe ftumbled, how fhe waded through the dirt to pluck him off me; how he fwore, how fhe prayed that never prayed before; how I cried; how the horfes ran away; how her bridle was burft; how I loft 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 you and the proudeft of you all fhall find, when he comes home. But what talk I of this? call forth Nathaniel, Jofeph, Nicholas, Philip, Walter, Sugarfoap, and the reft: let their heads be fleekly comb'd, their blue coats brush'd, and their garters of an indifferent knit; let them court'ly 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 mafter, to countenance my mistress.

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

Curt. Who knows not that?

Gru. Thou, it seems, that call'd for company t●

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. Nath. Welcome home, Grumio.

Phil. How now, Grumio?

Fof. 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?

Nath. All things are ready; how near is our mafter?

Gru. E'en at hand, alighted by this, and therefore be not-cock's pailion, filence! --I hear my

mafter.

Enter Petruchio and Kate.

Pet. Where be thefe knaves? what, no man at door to hold my stirrup, nor to take my horie? where is Nathaniel, Gregory, Philip?

All Serv. Here, here, Sir; here, Sir.

Pet. Here, Sir; here, Sir; here, Sir; here, Sir?
You loggerheaded and unpolith'd grooms:
What? no attendance? no regard no duty?
Where is the foolfh knave I fent before?
Gru. Here, Sir, as foolish as I was before.
Pet. You pealant fwain, you whoreion, malt-
horfe drudge,

Did not I bid thee meet me in the park,
And bring along thefe raical 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 Walter's dagger was not come from theathing: 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 tupper in.

Where is the life that late I led ?

[Exeunt Servants.

Where are thofe- fit down, Kate,

And welcome. Soud, foud, foud, foud †.

Link, I believe, is the fame with what we now call

lam b ck. Johnion.

That is, weet, sweet. Johnson.

Enter Servants with fupper.

Why, when, I fay? nay, good sweet Kate, be merry.
Off with my boots, you rogue: you villains, when?
It was the Friar of orders grey, [Sings.
As he forth walked on his way.

Out, ou, 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 spaniel Troilus? firrah, get you hence, And bid my coufin Ferdinand come hither:

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

Where are my flippers; fhall I have fome water? Come, Kate, and wash, and welcome heartily: You, whorefon villain, will you let it fall?

Cath. Patience, I pray you, 'twas a fault unwilling.

Pet. A whorefon, beatle-headed, flap-ear'd knave: Come, Kate, fit down; I know you have a ftomach. Will you give thanks, fweet Kate, or elfe fhall I ? What's this, mutton?

1 Ser. Yes.

Pet. Who brought it?

Ser. I.

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

What dogs are these? where is the rafcal cook?
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 flies!
What, do you grumble? I'll be with you ftraight.
Cath. I pray you, hufband, 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 exprefsly am forbid to touch it;
For it engenders choler, planteth anger;
And better 'twere that both of us did fast,