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 sleekly combed, their blue coats brushed, and their garters of an indifferent knit: let them curtsey 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. 8 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 callest for company to countenance her. Curt. I call them forth to credit her. Gru. Why, she comes to borrow nothing of them. Enter several Servants. Nath. Welcome home, Grumio. Phil. How now, Grumio? Jos. 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 is ready: How near is our master? Gru. E'en at hand, alighted by this; and therefore be not, I hear my master. silence! Not different one from the other. VOL. III. FF Enter PETRUCHIO and KATHARINA. Pet. Where be these knaves? What, no man at door, To hold my stirrup, nor to take my horse! Pet. Here, sir! here, sir! here, sir, here, sir!- Gru. Here, sir; as foolish as I was before. Pet. You peasant swain! you malt-horse drudge! Did I not 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; Re-enter Servants, with Supper. Why, when, I say?—Nay, good sweet Kate, be merry. Off with my boots, you rogues, you villains; It was the friar of orders grey, A torch of pitch. [Sings. A word coined by Shakspeare to express the noise made by a person heated and fatigued. Out, out, you rogue! you pluck my foot awry : Take that, and mend the plucking off the other. [Strikes him. Some water, here; what, ho! Where's my spaniel Troilus?-Sirrah, get you Be merry, Kate: hence, And bid my cousin Ferdinand come hither: [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 villain! will you let it fall? [Strikes him. Kath. Patience, I pray you; 'twas a fault unwil ling. Pet. A beetleheaded, flap-ear'd knave! Come, Kate, sit down; I know you have a stomach. Will you give thanks, sweet Kate; or else shall IP Pet. 'Tis burnt; and so is all the meat : What dogs are these? - Where is the rascal cook? away; And I expressly am forbid to touch it, For it engenders choler, planteth anger; 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: poor soul, And rails, and swears, and rates; that she, Away, away! for he is coming hither. Re-enter PETRUCHIO. [Exeunt. 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 haggard', To make her come, and know her keeper's call, That is, to watch her, as we watch these kites, That bate, 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: 2 A thing stuffed to look like the game which the hawk was to pursue. 3 To tame my wild hawk. 4 Flutter. As with the meat, some undeserved fault And here I'll fling the pillow, there the bolster, That all is done in reverend care of her; He that knows better how to tame a shrew, [Exit. SCENE II. Padua. Before Baptista's House. Enter TRANIO and HORTENSIO. Tra. Is't possible, friend Licio, that Bianca Hor. Sir, to satisfy you in what I have said, Stand by, and mark the manner of his teaching. [They stand aside. Enter BIANCA and LUCENTIO. Luc. Now, mistress, profit you in what you read? Bian. What, master, read you? first resolve me that. Luc. I read that I profess, the art to love. 5 Pretend. |