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To hold my stirrup, nor to take my horse !
All Serv. Here, here, sir; here, sir.
Pet. Here, sir ! here, sir ! here, sir ! here, sir! 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.
horse drudge !
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 Gre
gory; 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 some of the Servants. Where is the life that late I led
[Sings. Where are those—Sit down, Kate, and welcome. Soud, soud, soud, soud + !
Re-enter Servant, 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 him. Be merry, Kate :-Some water, here; what, ho ! Where's my spaniel Troilus? Sirrah, get you hence, And bid my cousin Ferdinand come hither :
* A torch of pitch. + A wurd coined by Shakspeare, to express the noise made by a persun heated and fatigued.
[Exit Servant. One, Kate, that you must kiss, and be acquainted
with. Where are my slippers ? Shall I have some water?
[A bason is presented to him. Come, Kate, and wash, and welcome heartily.
[Servant lets the ewer fall. You whoreson villain! will you let it fall ?
[Strikes him. Kath. Patience, I pray you ; 'twas a fault un
willing Pet. A whoreson, beetle-headed, flap-ear'd
knave ! Come, Kate, sit down; I know you have a sto
mach. Will you give thanks, sweet Kate; or else shall I ? What is this? mutton ? 1 Serv.
Ay. Pet. Who brought it? 1 Serv.
I. Pet. 'Tis burnt; and so is all the meat : What dogs are these ?-Where is the rascal cook? How durst you, villains, bring it from the dresser, And serve it thus to me that love it not ? There, take it to you, trenchers, cups, and all :
[Throws the meat, &c. about the stage. You heedless joltheads, and unmanner'd slaves ! What, do you grumble? I'll be with you straight.
Kath. I pray you, husband, be not so disquiet;
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Be patient; to-morrow it shall be mended,
(Exeunt Petruchio, Katharina, and Curtis. Nath. Advancing.] Peter, didst ever see the
like ? Peter. He kills her in her own humour.
Re-enter Curtis. Gru. Where is he?
Curt. In her chamber, Making a sermon of continency to her; And rails, and swears, and rates; that she, poor
soul, Knows not which way to stand, to look, to speak ; And sits as one new-risen from a dream. Away, away ! for he is coming hither. [Exeunt.
Re-enter Petruchio. Pet. Thus have I politickly begun my reign, And 'tis my hope to end successfully : My falcon now is sharp, and passing empty; And till she stoop, she must not be full-gorg’d, For then she never looks upon her lure*. Another way I have to man my haggardt, To make her come, and know her keeper's call, That is,-to watch her, as we watch these kites, That bates, and beat, and will not be obedient. She eat no meat to-day, nor none shall eat; Last night she slept not, nor to-night she shall not; As with the meat, some undeserved fault I'll find about the making of the bed ; And here I'll fling the pillow, there the bolster, This way the coverlet, another way the sheets :Ay, and amid this hurly, I intend g, That all is done in reverent care of her ;
* A thing stuffed to look like the game which the hawk was to pursue. + To tame my wild hawk.