So fhall you quietly enjoy your hope, Luc. Were it not, that my fellow school mafter Tra. That by degrees we mean to look into, Enter Gremio. Now, Signior Gremio, came you from the church? This mad-brain'd Bridegroom took him fuch a cuff, Tra. What faid the wench, when he rofe up again? As if the Vicar meant to cozen him.. But after many ceremonies done, He calls for wine: a health, quoth he; as if H'ad been aboard carowfing to his Mates After a form; quafft off the mufcadel, And And threw the fops all in the fexton's face; and Baptifta. Pet: Gentlemen and friends, I thank you for your pains: I know, you Bap. Is't poffible; you will away to night? Tra. Let us intreat you ftay 'till after dinner.. Cra. Let me intreat you.. Pet. It cannot be. Cath. Let me intreat you. Pet. I am content Cath. Are you content to stay ? Pet. I am content, you shall intreat me, flay; But yet not ftay, intreat me how you can. Pet. Grumio, my horses. Gruz. Gru. Ay, Sir, they be ready: the oats have eaten the horses. Cath. Nay, then, Do what theu canft, I will not go to day; No, nor to morrow, nor 'till I please my self: Gre. Ay, marry, Sir; now it begins to work. If fhe had not a fpirit to refift. Pet. They fhall go forward, Kate, at thy commands. Obey the Bride, you that attend on her: Go to the feaft, revel and domineer ; She is my goods, my chattels, fhe is my house,, My horfe, my ox, my afs, my any thing; And here fhe ftands, touch her who ever dare, Draw forth thy weapon; we're befet with thieves Fear not, fweet wench, they fhall not touch them. Kate; I'll buckler thee again a million.. [Exeunt Pet. and Cath.. 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. Bap. Neighbours and Friends, tho' Bride and Brides groom want For to fupply the places at the table; You know, there wants no junkets at the feast :: Tra. Shall fweet Bianca practise how to bride it? [Exeunt F ACT IV. SCENE, Petruchio's Country House.. GR u M 1 Q.b. IE, fie on all tired jades, and all mad masters, and all foul ways was ever man fo beaten ? was ever man fo raide? was ever man fo weary? F am fent before, to make a fire; and they are coming after, to warm them: now were I not 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 my felf; 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' 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 the fo hot a Shrew, as fhe's reported? Gru. She was, good Curtis, before this froft; but thou know'ft, winter tames man, woman and beaft; for it hath tam'd my old mafter, and my new miftrefs, and my felf, 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 fo long am I at the least. But wilt thou: make a fire, or fhall I complain on thee to our mistrefs, whofe hand, the 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 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 asthou wilt. Curt. Come, you are fo full of conycatching. Cru. Why, therefore, fire; for I have caught extream cold. Where's the cook? is fupper ready, the houfe trimm'd, rushes 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 Fills fair without, carpets laid, and every thing in order? Curt. All ready: and therefore, I pray thee, what news? Gru. Firft, know, my horfe is tired, my mafter and miftrefs fall'n out. |