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; 1 how I lost my crupper, -with many things of worthy memory, which now shall die in oblivion, and thou return unexperienced to thy grave.

Cur. 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 this? Call forth Nathaniel, Joseph, Nicholas, Philip, Walter, Sugarsop, and the rest: let their heads be sleekly combed, their blue coats brushed, and their garters of an indifferent knit : 2 let them courtesy with their left legs; and not presume to touch a hair of my master's horse-tail, till they kiss their hands. Are they all ready?

Cur. They are.

Gru. Call them forth.

Cur. Do you hear, ho? you must meet my master, to countenance my mistress.

Gru. Why, she hath a face of her own.

Cur. Who knows not that?

Gru. Thou, it seems; that callest for company to countenance her.

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Cur. I call them forth to credit her.

Gru. Why, she comes to borrow nothing of them.

Enter several SERVANTS.

Nath. Welcome home, Grumio.

Phi. How now, Grumio?

Jos. What, Grumio!

Nich. Fellow Grumio!

Nath. How now, old lad?

Gru. Welcome, you;-how now,

you ;-what, you;-fellow, you;—and thus much for greeting. Now, my spruce companions, is all ready, and all things neat?

Nath. All things is ready. How near is our master?

Gru. Ev'n at hand, alighted by this; and therefore be not,- -Cock's passion, silence!—I hear

my master.

Enter PETRUCHIO and KATHARINA.

Pet. Where be these knaves? What, no man at
door,

To hold my stirrup, nor to take my horse?
Where is Nathaniel, Gregory, Philip ?-

All Ser. Here, here, sir; here, sir.

Pet. Here, sir! here, sir! here, sir! here, sir!You loggerheaded 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 malthorse 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 link1 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.

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 gray,

[sings.

As he forth walked on his way:
Out, out, you rogue! you pluck my foot awry.

1 Torch of pitch.

2 A word coined by the poet to express the noise made by a person heated and fatigued.'-Malone.

'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 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 stomach. Will you give thanks, sweet Kate; or else shall I ?— What's this? mutton?

1 Ser.

Pet.

1 Ser.

Ay.

Who brought it?
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 choleric,—
Than feed it with such over-roasted flesh.
Be patient; to-morrow it shall be mended,
And, for this night, we 'll fast for company.—
Come, I will bring thee to thy bridal chamber.
[Exeunt Pet. Kath. and Cur.
Nath. [advancing.] Peter, didst ever see the like?
Peter. He kills her in her own humor.

Re-enter CURTIS.

Gru. Where is he?

Cur. 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.

Re-enter PETRUCHIO.

[Exeunt.

Pet. Thus have I politicly begun my reign,

And 'tis my hope to end successfully: