their blew coats brush'd, and their garters of an indiffe
rent knit, let them curtsie with their left legges, and not
presume to touch a haire of my Masters horse‑taile, till
they kisse their hands. Are they all readie
?
Cur.
[1660]
They are.
Gru.
Call them forth.
Cur.
Do you heare ho? you must meete my maister
to countenance my mistris.
Gru.
Why she hath a face of her owne.
Cur.
[1665]
Who knowes not that?
Gru.
Thou it seemes, that cals for company to coun
tenance her.
Cur.
I call them forth to credit her.
Enter foure or fiue seruingmen.Gru.
Why she comes to borrow nothing of them.
Nat.
[1670]
Welcome home
Grumio.
Phil.
How now
Grumio.
Ios.
What
Grumio.
Nick.
Fellow
Grumio.
Nat.
How now old lad.
Gru.
[1675]
Welcome you: how now you: what you: fel
low you: and thus much for greeting. Now my spruce
companions, is all readie, and all things neate?
Nat.
All things is readie, how neere is our master?
Gre.
E'ne at hand, alighted by this: and therefore be
[1680]
not⸺Cockes passion, silence, I heare my master.
Enter Petruchio and Kate.Pet.Where be these knaues? What no man at dooreTo hold my stirrop, nor to take my horse
?Where is
Nathaniel, Gregory, Phillip.
All ser.
Heere, heere sir, heere sir.
Pet.
[1685]
Heere sir, heere sir, heere sir, heere sir.You logger‑headed and vnpollisht groomes:What? no attendance? no regard? no dutie?Where is the foolish knaue I sent before?Gru.Heere sir, as foolish as I was before.Pet.
[1690]
You pezant, swain, you horson malt‑horse drudgDid I not bid thee meete me in the Parke,And bring along these rascal knaues with thee?Grumio.Nathaniels coate sir was not fully made,
And
Gabrels pumpes were all vnpinkt i'th heele:
[1695]
There was no Linke to colour
Peters hat,
And
Walters dagger was not come from sheathing:
There were none fine, but
Adam, Rafe, and
Gregory,
The rest were ragged, old, and beggerly,Yet as they are, heere are they come to meete you.Pet.
[1700]
Go rascals, go, and fetch my supper in.Ex. Ser.Where is the life that late I led?Where are those? Sit downe
Kate,
And welcome. Soud, soud, soud, soud.Enter seruants with supper.Why when I say? Nay good sweete
Kate be merrie.
[1705]
Off with my boots, you rogues: you villaines, when?It was the Friar of Orders gray,As he forth walked on his way.Out you rogue, you plucke my foote awrie,Take that, and mend the plucking of the other.
[1710]
Be merrie
Kate: Some water heere: what hoa.
Enter one with water.Where's my Spaniel
Troilus? Sirra, get you hence,
And bid my cozen
Ferdinand come hither:
One
Kate that you must kisse, and be acquainted with.
Where are my Slippers? Shall I haue some water?
[1715]
Come
Kate and wash, & welcome heartily:
You horson villaine, will you let it fall
?T3Kate
Fie, fie on all tired Iades, on all mad Masters, &
all foule waies: was euer man so beaten? was euer man
so raide? was euer man so weary? I am sent before to
make a fire, and they are comming after to warme them:
[1580]
now were not I a little pot, & soone hot; my very lippes
might freeze to my teeth, my tongue to the roofe 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 warme my
selfe: for considering the weather, a taller man then I
[1585]
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 maist
slide from my shoulder to my heele, with no
greater a run but my head and my necke. A fire good
[1590]
Curtis.
Cur.
Is my master and his wife comming
Grumio?
Gru.
Oh I
Curtis I, and therefore fire, fire, cast on no
water.
Cur.
Is she so hot a shrew as she's reported.
Gru.
[1595]
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 mistris, and my
selfe fellow
Curtis.
Gru.This speech is conventionally attributed to Curtis.
Away you three inch foole, I am no beast.
Gru.
[1600]
Am I but three inches? Why thy horne is a foot
and so long am I at the least. But wilt thou make a fire,
or shall I complaine on thee to our mistris, whose hand
(she being now at hand) thou shalt soone feele, to thy
cold comfort, for being slow in thy hot office.
Cur.
[1605]
I prethee good
Grumio, tell me, how goes the
world?
Gru.
A cold world
Curtis in euery office but thine, &
therefore fire: do thy duty, and haue thy dutie, for my
Master and mistris are almost frozen to death.
Cur.
[1610]
There's fire readie, and therefore good
Grumio
the newes.
Gru.
Why Iacke boy, ho boy, and as much newes as
wilt thou.
Cur.
Come, you are so full of conicatching.
Gru.
[1615]
Why therefore fire, for I haue caught extreme
cold. Where's the Cooke, is supper ready, the house
trim'd, rushes strew'd, cobwebs swept, the seruingmen
in their new fustian, the white stockings, and euery offi
cer his wedding garment on? Be the Iackes faire with
[1620]
in, the Gils faire without, the Carpets laide, and euerie
thing in order?
Cur.
All readie: and therefore I pray thee newes.
Gru.
First know my horse is tired, my master & mi
stris falne out.
Cur.
[1625]
How?
Gru.
Out of their saddles into the durt, and thereby
hangs a tale.
Cur.
Let's ha't good
Grumio.
Gru.
Lend thine eare.
Cur.
[1630]
Heere.
Gru.
There.
Cur.
This 'tis to feele a tale, not to heare a tale.
Gru.
And therefore 'Tis cal'd a sensible tale: and this
Cuffe was but to knocke at your eare, and beseech list
[1635]
ning: now I begin, Inprimis wee came downe a fowle
hill, my Master riding behinde my Mistris.
Cur.
Both of one horse?
Gru.
What's that to thee?
Cur.
Why a horse.
Gru.
[1640]
Tell thou the tale: but hadst thou not crost me,
thou shouldst haue heard how her horse fel, and she vn
der her horse: thou shouldst haue heard in how miery a
place, how she was bemoil'd, how hee left her with the
horse vpon her, how he beat me because her horse stum
[1645]
bled, how she waded through the durt to plucke him off
me: how he swore, how she prai'd, that neuer prai'd be
fore: how I cried, how the horses ranne away, how her
bridle was burst: how I lost my crupper, with manie
things of worthy memorie, which now shall die in obli
[1650]
uion, and thou returne vnexperienc'd to thy graue.
Cur.
By this reckning he is more shrew than she.
Gru.
I, and that thou and the proudest of you all shall
finde when he comes home. But what talke I of this?
Call forth
Nathaniel, Ioseph, Nicholas, Phillip, Walter, Su
gersop
and the rest: let their heads bee slickely comb'd,
their blew coats brush'd, and their garters of an indiffe
rent knit, let them curtsie with their left legges, and not
presume to touch a haire of my Masters horse‑taile, till
they kisse their hands. Are they all readie
?
Cur.
[1660]
They are.
Gru.
Call them forth.
Cur.
Do you heare ho? you must meete my maister
to countenance my mistris.
Gru.
Why she hath a face of her owne.
Cur.
[1665]
Who knowes not that?
Gru.
Thou it seemes, that cals for company to coun
tenance her.
Cur.
I call them forth to credit her.
Enter foure or fiue seruingmen.Gru.
Why she comes to borrow nothing of them.
Nat.
[1670]
Welcome home
Grumio.
Phil.
How now
Grumio.
Ios.
What
Grumio.
Nick.
Fellow
Grumio.
Nat.
How now old lad.
Gru.
[1675]
Welcome you: how now you: what you: fel
low you: and thus much for greeting. Now my spruce
companions, is all readie, and all things neate?
Nat.
All things is readie, how neere is our master?
Gre.
E'ne at hand, alighted by this: and therefore be
[1680]
not⸺Cockes passion, silence, I heare my master.
Enter Petruchio and Kate.Pet.Where be these knaues? What no man at dooreTo hold my stirrop, nor to take my horse
?Where is
Nathaniel, Gregory, Phillip.
All ser.
Heere, heere sir, heere sir.
Pet.
[1685]
Heere sir, heere sir, heere sir, heere sir.You logger‑headed and vnpollisht groomes:What? no attendance? no regard? no dutie?Where is the foolish knaue I sent before?Gru.Heere sir, as foolish as I was before.Pet.
[1690]
You pezant, swain, you horson malt‑horse drudgDid I not bid thee meete me in the Parke,And bring along these rascal knaues with thee?Grumio.Nathaniels coate sir was not fully made,
And
Gabrels pumpes were all vnpinkt i'th heele:
[1695]
There was no Linke to colour
Peters hat,
And
Walters dagger was not come from sheathing:
There were none fine, but
Adam, Rafe, and
Gregory,
The rest were ragged, old, and beggerly,Yet as they are, heere are they come to meete you.Pet.
[1700]
Go rascals, go, and fetch my supper in.Ex. Ser.Where is the life that late I led?Where are those? Sit downe
Kate,
And welcome. Soud, soud, soud, soud.Enter seruants with supper.Why when I say? Nay good sweete
Kate be merrie.
[1705]
Off with my boots, you rogues: you villaines, when?It was the Friar of Orders gray,As he forth walked on his way.Out you rogue, you plucke my foote awrie,Take that, and mend the plucking of the other.
[1710]
Be merrie
Kate: Some water heere: what hoa.
Enter one with water.Where's my Spaniel
Troilus? Sirra, get you hence,
And bid my cozen
Ferdinand come hither:
One
Kate that you must kisse, and be acquainted with.
Where are my Slippers? Shall I haue some water?
[1715]
Come
Kate and wash, & welcome heartily:
You horson villaine, will you let it fall
?Kate.Patience I pray you, 'twas a fault vnwilling.Pet.A horson beetle‑headed flap‑ear'd knaue:Come
Kate sit downe, I know you haue a stomacke,
[1720]
Will you giue thankes, sweete
Kate, or else shall I?
What's this, Mutton?1. Ser.I.Pet.Who brought it?Peter.I.Pet.
[1725]
'Tis burnt, and so is all the meate:What dogges are these? Where is the rascall Cooke?How durst you villaines bring it from the dresserAnd serue it thus to me that loue it not?There, take it to you, trenchers, cups, and all:
[1730]
You heedlesse iolt‑heads, and vnmanner'd slaues.What, do you grumble? Ile be with you straight.Kate.I pray you husband be not so disquiet,The meate was well, if you were so contented.Pet.I tell thee
Kate, 'twas burnt and dried away,
[1735]
And I expressely am forbid to touch it:For it engenders choller, planteth anger,And better 'twere that both of vs did fast,Since of our selues, our selues are chollericke,Then feede it with such ouer‑rosted flesh:
[1740]
Be patient, to morrow't shalbe mended,And for this night we'l fast for companie.Come I wil bring thee to thy Bridall chamber.Exeunt.Enter Seruants seuerally.Nath.
Peter didst euer see the like.
Peter.
He kils her in her owne humor.
Grumio.
[1745]
Where is he?
Enter Curtis a Seruant.Cur.
In her chamber, making a sermon of continen
cie to her, and railes, and sweares, and rates, that shee
(poore soule) knowes not which way to stand, to looke,
to speake, and sits as one new risen from a dreame. A
[1750]
way, away, for he is comming hither.
Enter Petruchio.Pet.Thus haue I politickely begun my reigne,And 'tis my hope to end successefully:My Faulcon now is sharpe, and passing emptie,And til she stoope, she must not be full gorg'd,
[1755]
For then she neuer lookes vpon her lure.Another way I haue to man my Haggard,To make her come, and know her Keepers call:That is, to watch her, as we watch these Kites,That baite, and beate, and will not be obedient:
[1760]
She eate no meate to day, nor none shall eate.Last night she slept not, nor to night she shall not:As with the meate, some vndeserued faultIle finde about the making of the bed,And heere Ile fling the pillow, there the boulster,
[1765]
This way the Couerlet, another way the sheets:I, and amid this hurlie I intend,That all is done in reuerend care of her,And in conclusion, she shal watch all night,And if she chance to nod, Ile raile and brawle,
[1770]
And with the clamor keepe her stil awake:This is a way to kil a Wife with kindnesse,And thus Ile curbe her mad and headstrong humor:He that knowes better how to tame a shrew,Now let him speake, 'tis charity to shew.Exit.
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<l n="1586">Who is that calls so coldly?</l>
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<p n="1594">Is she so hot a shrew as she's reported.</p>
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<sp who="#F-shr-gru">
<speaker rend="italic">Gru.</speaker>
<p n="1595">She was good<hi rend="italic">Curtis</hi>before this frost: but thou
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<p n="1599">Away you three inch foole, I am no beast.</p>
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<sp who="#F-shr-gru">
<speaker rend="italic">Gru.</speaker>
<p n="1600">Am I but three inches? Why thy horne is a foot
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<sp who="#F-shr-cur">
<speaker rend="italic">Cur.</speaker>
<p n="1605">I prethee good<hi rend="italic">Grumio</hi>, tell me, how goes the
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<sp who="#F-shr-gru">
<speaker rend="italic">Gru.</speaker>
<p n="1607">A cold world<hi rend="italic">Curtis</hi>in euery office but thine, &
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<lb n="1609"/>Master and mistris are almost frozen to death.</p>
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<sp who="#F-shr-cur">
<speaker rend="italic">Cur.</speaker>
<p n="1610">There's fire readie, and therefore good<hi rend="italic">Grumio</hi>
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</sp>
<sp who="#F-shr-gru">
<speaker rend="italic">Gru.</speaker>
<p n="1612">Why Iacke boy, ho boy, and as much newes as
<lb n="1613"/>wilt thou.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-shr-cur">
<speaker rend="italic">Cur.</speaker>
<p n="1614">Come, you are so full of conicatching.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-shr-gru">
<speaker rend="italic">Gru.</speaker>
<p n="1615">Why therefore fire, for I haue caught extreme
<lb n="1616"/>cold. Where's the Cooke, is supper ready, the house
<lb n="1617"/>trim'd, rushes strew'd, cobwebs swept, the seruingmen
<lb n="1618"/>in their new fustian, the white stockings, and euery offi
<lb n="1619"/>cer his wedding garment on? Be the Iackes faire with
<lb n="1620"/>in, the Gils faire without, the Carpets laide, and euerie
<lb n="1621"/>thing in order?</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-shr-cur">
<speaker rend="italic">Cur.</speaker>
<p n="1622">All readie: and therefore I pray thee newes.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-shr-gru">
<speaker rend="italic">Gru.</speaker>
<p n="1623">First know my horse is tired, my master & mi
<lb n="1624"/>stris falne out.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-shr-cur">
<speaker rend="italic">Cur.</speaker>
<p n="1625">How?</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-shr-gru">
<speaker rend="italic">Gru.</speaker>
<p n="1626">Out of their saddles into the durt, and thereby
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</sp>
<sp who="#F-shr-cur">
<speaker rend="italic">Cur.</speaker>
<p n="1628">Let's ha't good<hi rend="italic">Grumio</hi>.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-shr-gru">
<speaker rend="italic">Gru.</speaker>
<p n="1629">Lend thine eare.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-shr-cur">
<speaker rend="italic">Cur.</speaker>
<p n="1630">Heere.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-shr-gru">
<speaker rend="italic">Gru.</speaker>
<p n="1631">There.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-shr-cur">
<speaker rend="italic">Cur.</speaker>
<p n="1632">This 'tis to feele a tale, not to heare a tale.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-shr-gru">
<speaker rend="italic">Gru.</speaker>
<p n="1633">And therefore 'Tis cal'd a sensible tale: and this
<lb n="1634"/>Cuffe was but to knocke at your eare, and beseech list
<lb n="1635"/>ning: now I begin, Inprimis wee came downe a fowle
<lb n="1636"/>hill, my Master riding behinde my Mistris.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-shr-cur">
<speaker rend="italic">Cur.</speaker>
<p n="1637">Both of one horse?</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-shr-gru">
<speaker rend="italic">Gru.</speaker>
<p n="1638">What's that to thee?</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-shr-cur">
<speaker rend="italic">Cur.</speaker>
<p n="1639">Why a horse.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-shr-gru">
<speaker rend="italic">Gru.</speaker>
<p n="1640">Tell thou the tale: but hadst thou not crost me,
<lb n="1641"/>thou shouldst haue heard how her horse fel, and she vn
<lb n="1642"/>der her horse: thou shouldst haue heard in how miery a
<lb n="1643"/>place, how she was bemoil'd, how hee left her with the
<lb n="1644"/>horse vpon her, how he beat me because her horse stum
<lb n="1645"/>bled, how she waded through the durt to plucke him off
<lb n="1646"/>me: how he swore, how she prai'd, that neuer prai'd be
<lb n="1647"/>fore: how I cried, how the horses ranne away, how her
<lb n="1648"/>bridle was burst: how I lost my crupper, with manie
<lb n="1649"/>things of worthy memorie, which now shall die in obli
<lb n="1650"/>uion, and thou returne vnexperienc'd to thy graue.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-shr-cur">
<speaker rend="italic">Cur.</speaker>
<p n="1651">By this reckning he is more shrew than she.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-shr-gru">
<speaker rend="italic">Gru.</speaker>
<p n="1652">I, and that thou and the proudest of you all shall
<lb n="1653"/>finde when he comes home. But what talke I of this?
<lb n="1654"/>Call forth<hi rend="italic">Nathaniel, Ioseph, Nicholas, Phillip, Walter, Su
<lb n="1655"/>gersop</hi>and the rest: let their heads bee slickely comb'd,<cb n="2"/>
<lb n="1656"/>their blew coats brush'd, and their garters of an indiffe
<lb n="1657"/>rent knit, let them curtsie with their left legges, and not
<lb n="1658"/>presume to touch a haire of my Masters horse‑taile, till
<lb n="1659"/>they kisse their hands. Are they all readie<c rend="italic">?</c>
</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-shr-cur">
<speaker rend="italic">Cur.</speaker>
<p n="1660">They are.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-shr-gru">
<speaker rend="italic">Gru.</speaker>
<p n="1661">Call them forth.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-shr-cur">
<speaker rend="italic">Cur.</speaker>
<p n="1662">Do you heare ho? you must meete my maister
<lb n="1663"/>to countenance my mistris.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-shr-gru">
<speaker rend="italic">Gru.</speaker>
<p n="1664">Why she hath a face of her owne.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-shr-cur">
<speaker rend="italic">Cur.</speaker>
<p n="1665">Who knowes not that?</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-shr-gru">
<speaker rend="italic">Gru.</speaker>
<p n="1666">Thou it seemes, that cals for company to coun
<lb n="1667"/>tenance her.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-shr-cur">
<speaker rend="italic">Cur.</speaker>
<p n="1668">I call them forth to credit her.</p>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter foure or fiue seruingmen.</stage>
<sp who="#F-shr-gru">
<speaker rend="italic">Gru.</speaker>
<p n="1669">Why she comes to borrow nothing of them.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-shr-nat">
<speaker rend="italic">Nat.</speaker>
<p n="1670">Welcome home<hi rend="italic">Grumio</hi>.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-shr-phi">
<speaker rend="italic">Phil.</speaker>
<p n="1671">How now<hi rend="italic">Grumio</hi>.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-shr-jos">
<speaker rend="italic">Ios.</speaker>
<p n="1672">What<hi rend="italic">Grumio</hi>.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-shr-nic">
<speaker rend="italic">Nick.</speaker>
<p n="1673">Fellow<hi rend="italic">Grumio</hi>.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-shr-nat">
<speaker rend="italic">Nat.</speaker>
<p n="1674">How now old lad.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-shr-gru">
<speaker rend="italic">Gru.</speaker>
<p n="1675">Welcome you: how now you: what you: fel
<lb n="1676"/>low you: and thus much for greeting. Now my spruce
<lb n="1677"/>companions, is all readie, and all things neate?</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-shr-nat">
<speaker rend="italic">Nat.</speaker>
<p n="1678">All things is readie, how neere is our master?</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-shr-gre">
<speaker rend="italic">Gre.</speaker>
<p n="1679">E'ne at hand, alighted by this: and therefore be
<lb n="1680"/>not⸺Cockes passion, silence, I heare my master.</p>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Petruchio and Kate.</stage>
<sp who="#F-shr-ptr">
<speaker rend="italic">Pet.</speaker>
<l n="1681">Where be these knaues? What no man at doore</l>
<l n="1682">To hold my stirrop, nor to take my horse<c rend="italic">?</c>
</l>
<l n="1683">Where is<hi rend="italic">Nathaniel, Gregory, Phillip</hi>.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-shr-all">
<speaker rend="italic">All ser.</speaker>
<p n="1684">Heere, heere sir, heere sir.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-shr-ptr">
<speaker rend="italic">Pet.</speaker>
<l n="1685">Heere sir, heere sir, heere sir, heere sir.</l>
<l n="1686">You logger‑headed and vnpollisht groomes:</l>
<l n="1687">What? no attendance? no regard? no dutie?</l>
<l n="1688">Where is the foolish knaue I sent before?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-shr-gru">
<speaker rend="italic">Gru.</speaker>
<l n="1689">Heere sir, as foolish as I was before.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-shr-ptr">
<speaker rend="italic">Pet.</speaker>
<l n="1690">You pezant, swain, you horson malt‑horse drudg</l>
<l n="1691">Did I not bid thee meete me in the Parke,</l>
<l n="1692">And bring along these rascal knaues with thee?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-shr-gru">
<speaker rend="italic">Grumio.</speaker>
<l n="1693">
<hi rend="italic">Nathaniels</hi>coate sir was not fully made,</l>
<l n="1694">And<hi rend="italic">Gabrels</hi>pumpes were all vnpinkt i'th heele:</l>
<l n="1695">There was no Linke to colour<hi rend="italic">Peters</hi>hat,</l>
<l n="1696">And<hi rend="italic">Walters</hi>dagger was not come from sheathing:</l>
<l n="1697">There were none fine, but<hi rend="italic">Adam, Rafe</hi>, and<hi rend="italic">Gregory</hi>,</l>
<l n="1698">The rest were ragged, old, and beggerly,</l>
<l n="1699">Yet as they are, heere are they come to meete you.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-shr-ptr">
<speaker rend="italic">Pet.</speaker>
<l n="1700">Go rascals, go, and fetch my supper in.</l>
<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Ex. Ser.</stage>
<l n="1701">Where is the life that late I led?</l>
<l n="1702">Where are those? Sit downe<hi rend="italic">Kate</hi>,</l>
<l n="1703">And welcome. Soud, soud, soud, soud.</l>
<stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter seruants with supper.</stage>
<l n="1704">Why when I say? Nay good sweete<hi rend="italic">Kate</hi>be merrie.</l>
<l n="1705">Off with my boots, you rogues: you villaines, when?</l>
<l rend="italic" n="1706">It was the Friar of Orders gray,</l>
<l rend="italic" n="1707">As he forth walked on his way.</l>
<l n="1708">Out you rogue, you plucke my foote awrie,</l>
<l n="1709">Take that, and mend the plucking of the other.</l>
<l n="1710">Be merrie<hi rend="italic">Kate</hi>: Some water heere: what hoa.</l>
<stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter one with water.</stage>
<l n="1711">Where's my Spaniel<hi rend="italic">Troilus</hi>? Sirra, get you hence,</l>
<l n="1712">And bid my cozen<hi rend="italic">Ferdinand</hi>come hither:</l>
<l n="1713">One<hi rend="italic">Kate</hi>that you must kisse, and be acquainted with.</l>
<l n="1714">Where are my Slippers? Shall I haue some water?</l>
<l n="1715">Come<hi rend="italic">Kate</hi>and wash, & welcome heartily:</l>
<l n="1716">You horson villaine, will you let it fall<c rend="italic">?</c>
</l>
</sp>
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<cb n="1"/>
<sp who="#F-shr-kat">
<speaker rend="italic">Kate.</speaker>
<l n="1717">Patience I pray you, 'twas a fault vnwilling.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-shr-ptr">
<speaker rend="italic">Pet.</speaker>
<l n="1718">A horson beetle‑headed flap‑ear'd knaue:</l>
<l n="1719">Come<hi rend="italic">Kate</hi>sit downe, I know you haue a stomacke,</l>
<l n="1720">Will you giue thankes, sweete<hi rend="italic">Kate</hi>, or else shall I?</l>
<l n="1721">What's this, Mutton?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-shr-ser.1">
<speaker rend="italic">1. Ser.</speaker>
<l n="1722">I.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-shr-ptr">
<speaker rend="italic">Pet.</speaker>
<l n="1723">Who brought it?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-shr-pet">
<speaker rend="italic">Peter.</speaker>
<l n="1724">I.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-shr-ptr">
<speaker rend="italic">Pet.</speaker>
<l n="1725">'Tis burnt, and so is all the meate:</l>
<l n="1726">What dogges are these? Where is the rascall Cooke?</l>
<l n="1727">How durst you villaines bring it from the dresser</l>
<l n="1728">And serue it thus to me that loue it not?</l>
<l n="1729">There, take it to you, trenchers, cups, and all:</l>
<l n="1730">You heedlesse iolt‑heads, and vnmanner'd slaues.</l>
<l n="1731">What, do you grumble? Ile be with you straight.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-shr-kat">
<speaker rend="italic">Kate.</speaker>
<l n="1732">I pray you husband be not so disquiet,</l>
<l n="1733">The meate was well, if you were so contented.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-shr-ptr">
<speaker rend="italic">Pet.</speaker>
<l n="1734">I tell thee<hi rend="italic">Kate</hi>, 'twas burnt and dried away,</l>
<l n="1735">And I expressely am forbid to touch it:</l>
<l n="1736">For it engenders choller, planteth anger,</l>
<l n="1737">And better 'twere that both of vs did fast,</l>
<l n="1738">Since of our selues, our selues are chollericke,</l>
<l n="1739">Then feede it with such ouer‑rosted flesh:</l>
<l n="1740">Be patient, to morrow't shalbe mended,</l>
<l n="1741">And for this night we'l fast for companie.</l>
<l n="1742">Come I wil bring thee to thy Bridall chamber.</l>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
<stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Seruants seuerally.</stage>
<sp who="#F-shr-nat">
<speaker rend="italic">Nath.</speaker>
<p n="1743">
<hi rend="italic">Peter</hi>didst euer see the like.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-shr-pet">
<speaker rend="italic">Peter.</speaker>
<p n="1744">He kils her in her owne humor.</p>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-shr-gru">
<speaker rend="italic">Grumio.</speaker>
<p n="1745">Where is he?</p>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Curtis a Seruant.</stage>
<sp who="#F-shr-cur">
<speaker rend="italic">Cur.</speaker>
<p n="1746">In her chamber, making a sermon of continen
<lb n="1747"/>cie to her, and railes, and sweares, and rates, that shee
<lb n="1748"/>(poore soule) knowes not which way to stand, to looke,
<lb n="1749"/>to speake, and sits as one new risen from a dreame. A
<lb n="1750"/>way, away, for he is comming hither.</p>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Petruchio.</stage>
<sp who="#F-shr-ptr">
<speaker rend="italic">Pet.</speaker>
<l n="1751">Thus haue I politickely begun my reigne,</l>
<l n="1752">And 'tis my hope to end successefully:</l>
<l n="1753">My Faulcon now is sharpe, and passing emptie,</l>
<l n="1754">And til she stoope, she must not be full gorg'd,</l>
<l n="1755">For then she neuer lookes vpon her lure.</l>
<l n="1756">Another way I haue to man my Haggard,</l>
<l n="1757">To make her come, and know her Keepers call:</l>
<l n="1758">That is, to watch her, as we watch these Kites,</l>
<l n="1759">That baite, and beate, and will not be obedient:</l>
<l n="1760">She eate no meate to day, nor none shall eate.</l>
<l n="1761">Last night she slept not, nor to night she shall not:</l>
<l n="1762">As with the meate, some vndeserued fault</l>
<l n="1763">Ile finde about the making of the bed,</l>
<l n="1764">And heere Ile fling the pillow, there the boulster,</l>
<l n="1765">This way the Couerlet, another way the sheets:</l>
<l n="1766">I, and amid this hurlie I intend,</l>
<l n="1767">That all is done in reuerend care of her,</l>
<l n="1768">And in conclusion, she shal watch all night,</l>
<l n="1769">And if she chance to nod, Ile raile and brawle,</l>
<l n="1770">And with the clamor keepe her stil awake:</l>
<l n="1771">This is a way to kil a Wife with kindnesse,</l>
<l n="1772">And thus Ile curbe her mad and headstrong humor:</l>
<l n="1773">He that knowes better how to tame a shrew,</l>
<l n="1774">Now let him speake, 'tis charity to shew.</l>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit.</stage>
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