ACT III And I, seeing this, came thence for very shame; 181 my than stay. you all, 190 a Re-enter PETRUCHIO, KATE, BIANCA, BAPTISTA, GRUMIO; with HORTENSIO and Train, pains: I know you think to dine with me to-day, And therefore here I mean to take leave. Make it no wonder; if you knew my business, , I thank this most patient, sweet, and virtuous wife: Dine with my father, drink a health to me; For I must hence; and farewell to you all. Let me entreat you, Sir. Let me entreat you stay. Are content to stay? Pet. I am content you shall entreat me stay; But yet not stay, entreat me how you can. Grumio, my horse. horses. Do what thou canst, I will not go to-day; ; 200 1 company. ACT III you 'll 210 a 220 For me, I 'll not be gone till I please myself: That take it on you at the first so roundly. Father, be quiet: he shall stay my leisure. I see a woman may be made a fool, If she had not a spirit to resist. Obey the bride, you that attend on her; household stuff, my field, my barn, Kate: [Exeunt PETRUCHIO, KATHARINA, and GRUMIO. your opinion of your sister? my house, 230 240 groom wants For to supply the places at the table, are lacking. ACT III You shall supply the bridegroom's place, Lucentio; And let Bianca take her sister's room. go. ACT IV SCENE I. PETRUCHIO's House. Enter GRUMIO. Gru. Fie, fie on all tir'd jades, on all mad masters, and all foul ways! Was ever man so beaten ? was ever man so ray'd ?" was ever man so weary? 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, my tongue to the roof 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 warm myself; for, considering the weather, a taller man than I will take cold. Holla, ho! Curtis ! IT Enter CURTIS. from my shoulder to my heel with no greater a run 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 19 know'st Winter tames man, woman, and beast; for it hath tam'd my old master and my new mistress and myself, fellow Curtis. CURT. Away, you three-inch Fool! I am no beast. GRU. Am I but three inches? why, thy horn is a foot; and so long am I at the least. But wilt thou make I be-fouled. than. ACT IV Sc. I 30 40 a fire, or shall I complain on thee to our mistress, whose hand (she being now at hand) thou shalt soon feel, to thy cold comfort, for being slow in thy hot office? Curt. I pr’ythee, good Grumio, tell me, how goes the world? Gru. A cold world, Curtis, in every office but thine; and therefore fire : do thy duty, and have thy duty; for my master and mistress are almost frozen to death. Curr. There's fire ready; and therefore, good Grumio, the news. Gru. Why, Jack, Boy! ho, Boy! and as much news as will thaw. Curt. Come, you are so full of cony-catching !! GRU. Why, therefore fire; for I have caught extreme cold. Where's the cook? is supper ready, the house trimm'd, rushes strew'd, cobwebs swept; the servingmen in their new fustian, their white stockings, and every officer his wedding-garment on? Be the jacks fair within, the jills8 fair without, the carpets laid, and every thing in order ? CURT. All ready; and therefore, I pray thee, news? GRU. First, know, my horse is tir’d; my master and mistress fallen out. hangs a tale. cuff was but to knock at your ear, and beseech 50 58 78 foul hill, my master riding behind my mistress. CURT. Both of one horse ? GRU. What's that to thee? CURT. Why, a horse. Gru. Tell thou the tale: but, hadst thou not cross'd me, I cheating, ie. quibbling. * stoups of leather. 3 tankards. thou should'st have heard how her horse fell, and she ACT IV under her horse; thou should'st have heard in how Sc. I miry a place; how she was bemoil'd ;' 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 pray'd, that never pray'd 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 unex perienc'd' 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 comes home. But what talk I of they all ready? ? countenance my mistress. ance her. 91 100 Enter four or five Serving-men. proper thread. o entertain. 49 3 |