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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! 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 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 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;
The meat was well, if you were so contented.
Pet. I tell thee, Kate, 'twas burnt and dried

And I expressly am forbid to touch it,
For it engenders choler, planteth anger ;
And better 'twere, that both of us did fast,
Since, of ourselves, ourselves are cholerick,-
Than feed it with such over-roasted Aesh.

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And, for this night, we'll fast for company :
Come, I will bring thee to thy bridal chamber.

(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.


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