So fhall you quietly enjoy your hope, Luc. Were it not, that my fellow school-mafter 'Twere good, methinks, to fteal our marriage; Enter Gremio. Now, Signior Gremio, came you from the church! Tra. What faid the wench, when he rofe up again? fwore, As if the Vicar meant to cozen him. But after many ceremonies done, He calls for wine: a health, quoth he; as if And And threw the fops all in the fexton's face ; I know, the rout is coming: Such a mad marriage and Baptifta. Pet. Gentlemen and friends, I thank you for your pains : ,, I know, you think to dine with me to day, Tra. Let us intreat you ftay 'till after dinner. Gre. Let me intreat you. Pet. It cannot be. Cath. Let me intreat your Pet. I am content Cath. Are you content to stay? Pet. I am content, you shall intreat me, stay; Pet. Grumio, my horses. Gris Gru. Ay, Sir, they be ready: the oats have eater the horses. Cath. Nay, then, Do what thou canft, I will not go to day; Gre. Ay, marry, Sir; now it begins to work. If fhe had not a spirit to refift. Pet. They fhall go forward, Kate, at thy command. Carowfe full measure to her maiden-head; She is my goods, my chattels, fhe is my house, Fear not, fweet wench, they fhall not touch thee, Kate; I'll buckler thee against a million. [Exeunt Pet. and Cath. Bap. Nay, let them go, a couple of quiet ones. Gre. Went they not quickly, I should die with laughing. Fra. Tra. Of all mad matches, never was the like. Bap. Neighbours and Friends, tho' Bride and Bridegroom want For to fupply the places at the table; You know, there wants no junkets at the feast: Tra. Shall sweet Bianca practise how to bride it? [Exeunt. KO ACTIV. SCENE, Petruchio's Country House. F Enter Grumio. GR U M I 0. IE, fie on all tired jades, and all mad mafters, and all foul ways! was ever man fo beaten? was ever man fo raide? was ever man fo weary? I am fent before, to make a fire; and they are coming after, to warm them now were I not a little pot, and foon hot, my very lips might freeze to my teeth, my tongue to the roof of my mouth, my heart in my belly, ere I fhould come by a fire to thaw me; but I with blowing the fire fhall warm my felf; for, confidering the weather, a taller man than I will take cold: holla, hoa, Curtis! Enter Curtis. Curt. Who is it that calls fo coldly? Gru. A piece of ice. If thou doubt it, thou may't fide flide from my fhoulder to my heel, with no greater, a run but my head and my neck. A fire, good Curtis. Curt. Is my mafter and his wife coming, Grumio? Gru. Oh, ay, Curtis, ay; and therefore fire, fire; caft on no water. Curt. Is the fo hot a Shrew, as she's reported? Gru. She was, good Curtis, before this frost; but thou know'ft, winter tames man, woman and beast; for it hath tam'd my old mafter, and my new mistress, and my felf, fellow Curtis. Curt. Away, you three-inch'd fool; I am no beaft. Gru. Am I but three inches? why, my horn is a foot, and fo long am I at the leaft. But wilt thou make a fire, or fhall I complain on thee to our mistrefs, whofe hand, the being now at hand, thou shalt foon feel to thy cold comfort, for being flow 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 mafter and mistress are almost frozen to death. Curt. There's fire ready; and therefore, good Grumio, the news. Gru. Why, Jack boy, ho boy, and as much news as thou wilt. Curt. Come, you are fo full of conycatching. Gru. Why, therefore, fire; for I have caught extream cold. Where's the cook? is fupper ready, the houfe trimm'd, rufhes ftrew'd, cobwebs fwept, the fervingmen in their new fuftian, their white ftockings, and every officer his wedding garment on? be the Jacks fair within, the fills fair without, carpets laid, and every thing in order? Curt. All ready and therefore, I pray thee, what news? Gru. Firft, know, my horfe is tired, my master and miftrefs fall'n out. Curt. How? Gru. |