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haire of my masters horse-taile till they kisse their hands. Are they all readie ?
Cur. They are.
Gru. Call them forth.
Cur. Doe you heare ho? you must meete my maister to countenance my mistris.
Gru. Why she hath a face of her owne.
Cur. Who knowes not that ?
Gru. Thou it seemes, that calls for company to counteDance her.
Cur. I call them forth to credit her.
Enter foure or fiue feruingmen.
Gru. Why she comes to borrow nothing of them.
Nat. Welcome home Grumio.
Phil. How now Grumio.
18. What Grumio.
Nick. Fellow Grumio.
Nat. How now old lad,
Gru. Welcome you : how now you : what you : fellow you : and thus much for greeting. Now my spruce companions, is all readie, and all things neate ?
Nat. All things is readie, how neere is our master?
Gru. E'ne at hand, alighted by this : and therefore be notCockes passion, filence, I heere my master.
Enter Petruchio and Kate.
Pet. Where be these knaues? what no man at doore
To hold my stirrop, nor to take my horse?
Where is Nathaniell
, Gregory, Phillip,
All fer. Heese, heere fir, heere fir.
Pet. Heere fir, heere fir, heere fir, heere fir. You logger-headed and vnpollisht groomes : What? no attendants ? no regard ? no dutie? Where is the foolish knaue I sent before?
Gru. Heere sir, as foolish as I was before.
Pet. You pezant, swaine, you horson malt-horse drudg
Did I not bid thee meete me in the Parke,
And bring along these rascall knaues with thee?
Gru. Nathaniels coat sir was not fully made,
And Gabriels pumpes, were all vnpinkt i'th heele :
There was no linke to colour Peters hat,
And Walters dagger was not come from sheathing:
There were none fine, but Adam, Rafe and Gregorie,
The rest were ragged, old, and beggerly,
Yet as they are, heere they are come to meete you.
Pet. Go rascals, go, and fetch my supper in.
Where is the life that late I led ?
Where are those ? Sit downe Kate,
And welcome. Soud, soud, soud, foud.
Enter feruants with supper.
Why when I say? Nay good sweete Kate be merrie.
Off with my boots, you rogues : you villaines, when ?
It was the friar of orders gray,
As he forth walked on his way.
Out you rogue, you plucke my foot awrie,
Take that, and mend the plucking of the other.
Be merrie Kate : some water heere : what hoa.
Where's my spaniel Troilus ? Sirra, get you hence,
And bid my cozen Ferdinand come hither :
One Kate that you must kisse, and be acquainted with.
Where are my flippers ? Thall I haue some water ?
Come Kate and wash, and welcome heartily :
You horson villaine, will you let it fall ?
Kate. Patience I pray you, 'twas a fault vnwilling.
Pet. A horson beetle-headed Aap-ear'd knaue :
Come Kate sit downe, I know you haue a stomack,
Will you giue thankes, sweete Kate, or else fhall I?
What's this, mutton ?
I Ser. I.
Pet. Who brought it ?
Pet. 'Tis burnt, and so is all the meat
What dogges are these? where is the rascall cooke?
How durft you villaines bring it from the dresser
And serue it thus to me that loue it not ?
There, take it to you, trenchers, cups, and all :
You heedlesse iolt-heads and vnmanner'd Naues.
What, do you grumble ? Ile be with you straight.
Kate. I pray you husband be not so disquiet,
The meat was well, if you were so contented.
Pet. I tell thee Kate, 'twas burnt and dried away,
And I expresfelly am forbid to touch it:
For it engenders choller, planteth anger,
And better 'twere that both of vs did fast,
Since of ourselues, ourselues are chollericke,
Then feede it with such ouer-rosted Aeth:
Be patient, to morrow 't shall be mended,
And for this night we'l fast for companie.
Come I will bring thee to thy bridall chamber. Exeunt.
Enter feruants severally.
Nat. Peter didst euer see the like.
Peter. He kills her in her owne humor.
Grumio, Where is he?
Enter Curtis a feruant. Cur. In her chamber, making a sermon of continencie to her, and railes, and sweares, and rates, that she (poore soule) knowes not which way to stand, to looke, to speake, and fits as one new risen from a dreame. Away, away, for he is comming hither.
Pet. Thus haue I politickely begun my reigne,
And ’tis my hope to end successefully:
My faulcon now is sharpe, and passing emptie,
And till the stoope, she must not be full gorg d,
For then she neuer lookes vpon her lure,
Another way I haue to man my haggard,
To make her come, and know her keepers call :
That is, to watch her, as we watch these kites,
That baite, and beate, and will not be obedient :
She eate no meate to day, nor none shall eate.
Last night she sept not, nor to night she shall not:
As with the meat, some vndeserued fault
Ile finde about the making of the bed,
And heere Ile Aing the pillow, there the boulster,
This way the couerlet, another way the sheets :
I, and amid this hurly I intend,
That all is done in reuerend care of her,
And in conclusion, she shall watch all night,
And if she chance to nod, Ile raile and brawle,
And with the clamour keepe her still awake :
This is a way to kill a wife with kindnesse,
And thus Ile curbe her mad and headstrong humors
He that knowes better how to tame a shrew,
Now let him speake, 'tis charitie to shew,
Enter Tranio and Hortensio.
Tra. Is't possible friend Lisio, that mistris Bianca
Doth fancie any other but Lucentio,
I tell you fir, she beares me faire in hand.
Luc. Sir, to satisfie you in what I haue faid,
Stand by, and marke the manner of his teaching.
Hor. Now miftris profit you in what you read?
Bian. What master reade you first, resolue me that ?
Hor. I read, that I professe the art to loue.
Bian. And may you proue
sir master of your art. Luc. While you sweete deere proue mistresse of my heart.
Hor. Quicke proceeders marry, now tell me I pray,
You that durft sweare that your mistris Bianca
Lou'd me in the world so well as Lucentio.
Tra. Oh despightfull loue, vnconstant womankind,
I tell thee Lisio this is wonderfull.
Hor. Mistake no more, I om not Lisio,
Nor a musitian as I seeme to bee,
But one that scorne to liue in this disguise,
For such a one as leaues a gentleman,
And makes a god of such a cullion,
Know sir, that I am callid Hortenfio.
Tra. Signior Hortensio, I haue often heard
Of your intire affection to Bianca,
And since mine eyes are witnesse of her lightnesse,