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Petruchio's Country-house.

Enter Grumio.

Grumio. FY; 'Y, fy on all tired jades, and all mad masters,

and all foul ways! Was ever man so beaten? was ever man so ray'd *? was ever man so weary? I am sent before to make a fire; and they are coming after to warm them : now were not I a little pot, and soon 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 myself; for considering the weather, a taller man than I will take cold: holla, hoa, Curtis ?

Enter Curtis.
Curt. Who is it that calls so coldly?

Gru. A piece of ice. If thou doubt it, thou may'st side from my Moulder 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, Grumio ?

Gru. Oh, ay, Curtis, ay; and therefore fire, fire; cast on no water.

Curt. Is she so hot a fhrew 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 thyself, fellow Curtis.

Curt. Away, you three-inch'd fool; I am no beast.

Gru. Am I but three inches? why, my horn is a foot, and so long am I at the least. But wilt

* That is, Was ever man fo marked with lathes ?

Johnson. thou make a fire, or shall complain on thee to our mistress? whose hand, she being now at hand, thou shalt soon 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 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 coney-catching.

Gru. Why, therefore, fire; for I have caught extreme cold. Where's the cook? is fupper ready, the house trimm’d, rushes strew'd, cobwebs fivept, the fervingmen in their new fuft:an, their white ftockings, and every officer his wedding garment on? Be thie Jacks fair within, the Jilis fair without, carpets faid, 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 fallen out.

Curt. How?

Gru. Out of their faddles into the dirt; and thereby hangs a tale.

Curt. Let's ha't, good Grunio.
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 sensible tale : and this cuff was but to knock at your ear, and beseech listning. Now I begin. Imprimis, we came down a foul hill, my master riding behind my mia stress.

Curt. Both on one horse ?

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

Gru. Tell thou the tale. But hadst thou not cross'd me, thou shouldst have heard how her horse fell, and the under her horse: thou shouldīt have heard in how miry a place, how the was bemoild, how he left her with the horse upon her, how he beat me because her horse stumbled, how Mhe waded through the dirt to pluck him off me; how he swore, how the prayed that never prayed before ; how I cried; how the horses ran away; how her bridle was burst; how I lost my crupper ; with many things of worthy memory, which now shall die in oblivion, and thou return unexperienc'd to thy grave:

Curt. By this reckoning he is more slırew than she.

Gru. Ay, and that you and the proudest of you all Mall find, when he comes home. But what talk I of this? call forth Nathaniel, Joseph, Nicholas, Philip, Walter, Sugarloap, and the rest: let their heads be sleekly comb’d, their blue coats brushid, and their garters of an indifferent knit; let thein courtly with their left legs, and not presume to touch a hair of niy master's horse tail, 'till they kiss their hands. Are they all ready?

Curt. They are.
Gru. Call them forth.

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

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

Gru. Thou, it seems, that call for company to countenance her. Curt. I call them forth to credit her.

Enter four or five serving-men.
Gru. Why, she comes to borrow nothing of them.
Nath. Welcome home, Grumio.
Phil. How now, Grumio ?
Jof. What, Grumio !
Nich. Fellow Grumio!
Nath. How now, old lad?

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Gru. Welcome, you ; how now, you ; what, you ; fellow, you ; and thus much for greeting. Now, my spruce companions, is all ready, and all things neat?

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

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

-I hear my master.


Enter Petruchio and Kate. Pet. Where be there knaves? what, wo man at door to hold my itirrup, nor to take my horle? where is Nathaniel, Girgory, Philip!

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

P:1. Here, Sir; here, Sir; here, Sir; here, Sir?
You loggerheaded and unpolith'd grooms :
Wat? no attendance? no regard 10 duty ?
Where is the foolih knave I sent before ?

Gru. Here, Sir, as foolish as I was before.
Pet. You pealant lwain, you whoreion, malt-

horse druuge,
Did not I bid thee meet me in the park,
And bring along these rascal knaves with thee?

Gru. Naihaniel's coat, Sir, was not fully made :
And Gabriei'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 heathing;
Tliere were none fine, but Adam, Ralph, and
The rest were ragged, old and beggarly,
Yet as they are, here are they come to meet you.
Pet. Go, rascals, go, and fetch my iupper in.

[Exeunt Servants.
Where is the life that late I led?
Wrere are thoje sit down, Kate,
And welcome. Soud, foud, foud, soud t.

Link, I believe, is the same with what we now call
lam, b ck. Johnfon.
+ That is, sweet, sweet. Johnson.

Grigory ;

Enter Servants with supper. Why, when, I say? nay, good sweet Kate, be merry, Off with my boots, you rogue: you villains, when?

It was the Frizr of orders grey, [Sings.

As lle forth walked on his way. Out, oui, you rogue ! you pluck iny foot awry. Take that, and mind the plucking off the other.

[Strikes him. Re merry, Kate : some water, here; what hoa!

Enter one with water. Where's my spaniel Troilus? firrah, get you hence, And bid my cousin Ferdinand come hither : One, Kate, that you muit kiss, and be acquainted

with. Where are my slippers; shall I have some water? Come, Kate, and wash, and welcome heartily: You, whoreson villain, will you let it fall ? Cath. Patience, I pray you, 'twas a fault un

Pet. A whoreson, beatle-headed, flap-ear'd knave:
Come, Kate, fit down; I know you have a stomach.
Will you give thanks, sweet Kate, or else ihall I?
Whai's this, mutton?

I Ser. Yes.
Pet. Who brought it?
Ser. I.

Pet. 'Tis burnt, and so is all the meat :
What dogs are these? where is the rascal cook?
How durst you, villains, bring it from the dretter,
And serve it thus to me that love it not?
There, take it to you, trenchers, cups and all :

[Throws the meat, &c. abiat ile 172.72. You heedless jolt-heads, and unmanner'd lies! What, do you grumble? I'll be with you straight.

Cath. I pray you, husband, be not so disquiet; The meat was well, if vou were lo contenied.

Pet. I tell thee, Kate, 'twas burnt and dry'd away, And I expressly am forbid to touch it; For it engenders choler, planteth anger ; And better 'twere that both of us did faft,

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