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Gru. Ay, sir, they be ready; the oats have eaten the horses.
Kath. Nay, then, Do what thou canst, I will not go to-day; No, nor to-morrow, nor till I please myself. The door is open, sir, there lies your way, You may be jogging, whiles your boots are green; For me, I'll not be gone, 'till I please myself:'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. Kath. I will be angry; What hast thou to do: -Father, be quiet; he shall stay my leisure.
Gre. Ay, marry, sir: now it begins to work.
Kath. 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 com:
mand: Obey the bride, you that attend on her: Go to the feast, revel and domineer, Carouse full measure to her maidenhead, Be mad and merry, —or go hang yourselves; But for my bonny Kate, she must with me. Nay, look not big, nor stamp, nor stare, 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 she stands, touch her whoever dare;
I'll bring mine action on the proudest he
[Ereunt Petruchio, Katharine, and Grumio, Bap. Nay, let them go, a couple of quiet ones. Gre. Went they not quickly, I should die with
laughing Tra. Of all mad matches, never was the like! Luc. Mistress, what's your opinion of your sister? Bian. That, being mad herself, she's madly mated. Gre. I warrant him, Petruchio is Kated. Bap. Neighbours and friends, though bride and
bridegroom wants For to supply the places at the table, You know, there wants no junkets at the feast;Lucentio, you shall supply the bridegroom's place; And let Bianca take her sister's room.
Tra. Shall sweet Bianca practise how to bride it? Bap. She shall, Lucentio.-Come, gentlemen let's go.
A HALL IN PETRUChio's COUNTRY HOUSE.
Enter Grumio. Gru. Fie, fie, on all tired jades! on 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 !
Gru. A piece of ice: If thou doubt it, thou may'st slide 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, Grumio?
Gru. O, ay, Curtis, ay: and therefore fire, fire; cast on no water.
Curt. Is she 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 myself, fellow Curtis.
Curt. Away, you three-inch fool! I am no beast.
Gru. Am I but three inches? why, thy horn is a foot; and so long am I, at the least. But wilt thou make a fire, or shall 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 extreme cold. Where's the cook? is supper ready; the house trimm’d, rushes strew'd, cobwebs swept ; the servingmen in their new fustian, their white stockings, and every officer his wedding-garment on? Be the jacks fair within, the jills fair without, the carpets laid, and every thing in order?
Curt. All ready; And therefore, I pray thee,; news?
Gru. First, know, my horse is tired; my master and mistress fallen out.
Gru. Out of their saddles into the dirt; And thereby hangs a tale.
Curt. Let's ha't, good Grumio.
[Striking him. Curt. This is to feel a tale, not to hear a tale.
Gru. And therefore 'tis called, a sensible tale: and this cuff was but to knock at your ear, and beseech listening. Now I begin: Imprimis, we came down a foul hill, my master riding behind my mistress:
Curt. Both on one horse?
Gru. Tell thou the tale:But hadst thou not crossd me, thou should'st have heard how her horse fell, and she under her horse; thou should'st have heard, in how miry a place: how she was bemoil'd; how he left her with the horse upon her; how he beat me because her horse stumbled; how she waded through the dirt to pluck him off me; how he swore; how she pray’d--that never pray'd 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 unexperienced to thy grave.
Curt. By this reckoning, he is more shrew than she.
Gru. Ay; and that thou and the proudest of you all shall find, when he comes home. But what talk I of this?-call forth Nathaniel, Joseph, Nicholas,