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Here, Sim, eat some of these things.
Sim. I do, my lord.
Petruchio's Country House.
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 !
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.
“ Scotland burneth, Scotland burneth
Cajt on some more 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 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
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.
the jacks fair within, ihe jills fair without,]-leathern and metal drinking vessels.
Gru. Out of their saddles into the dirt; And thereby hangs a tale.
Curt. Let's ha't, good Grumio.
[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. 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.
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.
All Serv. Here, here, sir; here, sir.
of an indifferent knit :)-fellows, not different, decent-indifferent knot-tied with a tolerable air.
You logger-headed and unpolish'd grooms !
Gru. Here, sir; as foolish as I was before.
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.
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.