As you shall well be satisfied withal.
But where is Kate? I stay too long from her;
The morning wears, 'tis time we were at church.

Tra. See not your bride in these unreverent robes
Go to my chamber, put on clothes of mine.

Pet. Not I, believe me ; thus I'll visit her.
Bap. But thus, I trust, you will not marry her.

Pet. Good sooth, even thus; therefore have done with words;
To me she's married, not unto my clothes,
Could I repair what she will wear in me,
As I can change these poor accoutrements,
'Twere well for Kate, and better for myself.
But what a fool am I to chat with you, .
When I should bid good-morrow to my bride,
And seal the title with a lovely kiss,

Tra. He hath some meaning in his mad attire.
We will persuade him, be it possible,
To put on better ere he go to church,
Bap. I'll after him, and see the event of this.


The rest discourse of other matters, and then follow Baptista. The wedding ensues; the particulars of which are thus gathered from one of the persons present :




Tranio. Signior Gremio! come you from church?
Gre. As willingly as e'er I came from school.
Tra. And is the bride and bridegroom coming home!

Gre. A bridegroom, say you ? 'tis a groom, indeed,
A grumbling groom, and that the girl shall find.

Tra. Curster than she? why, 'tis impossible.
Gre. Why, he's a devil, a devil, a very fiend.
Tra. Why, she's a devil, a devil, the devil's dam.

Gre. Tut! she's a lamb, a dove, a fool to him.
I'll tell you, Sir Lucentio: When the priest
Should ask, if Katharine should be his wife,
Ay, by gogs-wouns, quoth he; and swore so loud,
That, all amaz’d, the priest let fall the book ;
And, as he stoup'd again to take it up,
The mad-brained bridegroom took him such a cuf,
That down fell priest and book, and book and priest :
“Now take them up,” quoth he, “ if any list.”

Tra. What said the wench, when he arose again!

Gre. Trembled and shook; for why, he stamp'd and swore,
As if the vicar meant to cozen him.
But after many ceremonies done,
He calls for wine: “ A health,quoth he; as if
He had been aboard carousing to his mates
After a storm ; quaffed off the muscade!,
And threw the sops all in the sexton's face ;
Having no other reason,
But that his beard grew thin and hungerly,
And seem'd to ask him sops as he was drinking.
This done, he took the bride about the neck,
And kiss'd her lips with such a clamorous smack,
That, at the parting, all the church did echo.
I, seeing this, came thence for very shame;
And after me, I know, the rout is coming :
Such a mad marriage never was before;
Hark, hark! I hear the minstrels play.

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Pet. Gentlemen and friends, I thank you for your pains:
know you think to dine with me to-day,
And have prepar'd great store of wedding cheer :
But so it is, my haste must call me hence,
And therefore here I mean to take my leave.

Bap. Is't possible you will away to-night?

Pet. I must away to-day, before night come ;-
Make it no wonder ;-if you knew my business,
You would entreat me rather go than stay.
And, honest company, I thank you all,
That have beheld me give away myself
To this most patient, sweet, and dirtuous wife.
Dine with my father, drink a health to me;
For I must hence, and farewell to you all.

Tra. Let us entreat you stay till after dinner.
Pet. It may not be.

Let me entreat you.
Pet. It cannot be.

Let me entreat you.
Pet. I am content.

Are you content to stay?
Pet. I am content you shall entreat me stay;
But yet not stay, entreat me how you can.

Kath. Now, if you love me, stay.

Grumio, my horses.

Gru. Ay, sir, they be ready; the oats have eaten the horses.

Kath. Nay, then,
Do what thou canst, I will not go to-day;
No, nor to-morrow, nor till I please myself.
The door is open, sir, there lies your way,
You may be jogging while your boots are green ,
For me, I'll not be gone, till I please myself:-
'Tis like you'll prove a jolly surly groom,
'That take it on you at the first so roundly.

Pet. 0, Kate, content thee, prythee, be not angry.

Kath. I will be angry; What hast thou to do? Father, be quiet; he shall stay my leisure.

Gre. Ay, marry, sir, now it begins to work.

Kath. Gentlemen, forward to the bridal dinner :
I see a woman may be made a fool,
If she had not a spirit to resist.

Pet. They shall go forward, Kate, at thy command:
Obey the bride, you that attend on her:
Go to the feast, revel and domineer,
Be mad and merry,-or go hang yourselves;
But for my bonny Kate, she must with me.
Nay, look not big, nor stamp, nor stare, nor fret •
I will be master of what is mine own:
She is my goods, my chattels ; she is my house,
My household stuff, my field, my barn,
My horse, my or, my ass, my anything ;
And here she stands, touch her whoever dare;
P'll bring my action on the proudest he
That stops my way in Padua.-Grumio,
Draw forth thy weapon, we're beset with thieves ;
Rescue thy mistress, if thou be a man:-
Fear not, sweet wench, they shall not touch thee, Kate ,
I'll buckler thee against a million.

Bap. Nay, let them go, a couple of quiet ones!
Gre. Went they not quickly, I should die with laughing
Tra. Of all mad matches, never was the like!

SCENE.-A Hall in Petruchio's Country House.

Enter GRUMIO. Gru. Fye, fye on all tired jades! on all mad masters! and all foui ways ! Was ever man so beaten ? was ever man so rayed ?* was ever man so weary!

Rayed, bewrayed, bemired.



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, ere I should come by a fire to thaw me. Holla! hoa! Curtis.

Curt. Who is that, calls so coldly?

Gru. A piece of ice. If thou doubt it, thou may'st slide from my shoulder to my heel, with no greater run but my head and my neck. A fire, good Curtis.

Curt. Is my master and his wife coming, Grumio?
Gru. O, ay, Curtis, ay, and therefore fire, fire ; cast on no water
Curt. Is she so hot a shrew as she's reported ?

Gru. She was, good Curtis, before this frost : but thou knowest, winter tames man, woman and beast; for it hath tamed my old master, and my new mistress, and myself, fellow Curtis. -We came down a foul hill, my mas. ter riding behind my mistress.

Curt. Both on one horse?
Gru. What's that to thee?
Curt. Why, a horse.

Gru. Tell thou the tale.-But had'st thou not crossed me, thou should'st have heard how her horse fell, and she under her horse; thou should'st have heard, in how miry a place: how she was bemoiled, 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 prayed—that never prayed before; how I cried; 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 inex. perienced 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-silence !- I hear my master.


Pet. Where be these knaves ? What, no man at the door,
To hold my stirrup, nor to take my horse !
Where is Nathaniel, Gregory, Philip?
All Serv.

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 gwain!
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 color 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 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 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.

[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 :

[Exit Sero. 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 unwilling.

Pet. A beetle-headed, flat-ear'd knave!
Come, Kate, sit down; I know you have a stomach.
Will you give thanks, sweet Kate; or else shall I ?-
What is this? mutton ?
1st Sero.


Who brought it? 1st Sero.

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, trencher, cups, and all.

[Throws the meat, &c., about the stage

Soud, Soud, an expression of heat and weariness,

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