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Here, Sim, eat some of these things.

Sim. I do, my lord.
Sly. Here, Sim, I drink to thee.

ACT IV.

SCENE I.

Petruchio's Country House.

Enter Grumio.

Gru. Fye, fye, 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 !

Enter Curtis.

Curt. Who is that, calls so coldly ?

Gru. A piece of ice : If thou doubt it, thou may'st Nide 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. Oh, ay, Curtis, ay: and therefore ? fire, fire; cast

on no water.

* ray'd ]--bespatter'd.

y taller-fouter.
fire, fire ; cast on no water. ]--alluding to the old catch of

Scotland burneth, Scotland burneth
Fire, fire ;-Fire, fire;

Cajt on some more water.

Curt.

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 thyself, 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 (The being now at hand) thou shalt soon feel, to thy cold comfort, for being Now 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! bo 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 serving -men in their new fustain, 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.

b three-inch fool!)-with a skull f thick.
tby born-which I planted on thy forehead.
Jack boy! bo boy ! ]—The beginning of an old song.
conycatching :)-roguery, fun.

the jacks fair within, ihe jills fair without,]-leathern and metal drinking vessels.

Curt.

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Curt. How?

Gru. Out of their saddles 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 callid, 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 mistress :

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

Gru. Tell thou the tale :-But hadít thou not crossd me, thou should'st have heard how the horse fell, and she under her horse ; thou should'st have heard, in how miry a place : how she was s bemoild; 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 cry'd; 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 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, Philip, Walter, Sugarsop, and the rest : let their heads be seekly comb’d,

8 bemoild; ]-draggled, besmear’d.

their blue coats brush'd, and their garters of an indifferent knit : let them curtsy with their left legs ; and not presume to touch a hair of my 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 master, to countenance my

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

Gru. Thou, it seems; that call'st 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 ? 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 passion, silence !-I hear my master.

Enter Petruchio, and Katharine.
Pet. Where be these knaves ? What, no man at the door,
To hold my stirrup, nor to take my horse!
Where is Nathaniel, Gregory, Philip?

All Serv. Here, here, sir; here, sir.
Pet. Here, sir! here, sir! here, sir! here, sir!-

of an indifferent knit :)-fellows, not different, decent-indifferent knot-tied with a tolerable air.

You

You logger-headed and unpolish'd grooms !
What, no attendance ? no regard ? no duty ? -
Where is the foolish knave I sent before ?

Gru. Here, sir; as foolish as I was before.
Pet. You peasant swain! you whoreson malt- horse

drudge !
Did not 1 bid thee meet me in the park,
And bring along these rascal knaves with thee?

Gru. Nathaniel's coat, sir, was not fully made, And Gabriel's pumps were all unpink'd i'the heel ; There was no ' link to colour Peter's hat, And Walter's dagger was not come from sheathing: There were none fine, but Adam, Ralph, and Gregory; 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 supper in.

[Exeunt Servants. k Where is the life that late I led

[Singing. Where are those,—Sit down, Kate, and welcome. Soud, foud, Soud, soud ! [Humming the former tune.

Re-enter Servants, with supper. Why, when, I say?-Nay, good sweet Kate, be merry. Off with my boots, you rogues, you villains ; When? It was the friar of orders grey,

[Sings. As he forth walked on his way :-Out, out, you rogue ! you pluck my foot awry: Take that, and mend the plucking off the other.

(Strikes bim.

Be merry, Kate :—Some water, here; what ho !

i link to colour]—with it's smoke ; no lamp black. k Where is the life that late I led)-a fragment of an old ballad.

Enter

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