To hold my stirrup, nor to take my horse! All Serv. Here, 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 swain! you whoreson malt-horse drudge! Did I not bid thee meet me in the park, And bring along these rascal knaves with thee? And Walter's dagger was not come from sheathing: 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, As he forth walked on his way : Out, out, you rogue! you pluck my foot awry: [Sings. 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 unwilling. 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 is this? mutton? 1 Serv. Ay. Pet. Who brought it? 1 Serv. I. Pet. "Tis burnt; and so is all the meat: What dogs are these?-Where is the rascal cook? [Throws the meat, &c. about the stage. Pet. I tell thee, Kate, 'twas burnt and dried away; And I expressly am forbid to touch it, For it engenders choler, planteth anger; [Exeunt PETRUCHIO, KATHARINA, and CURTIS. Nath. [Advancing.] Peter, didst ever see the like? Peter. He kills her in her own humour. Re-enter CURTIS. Gru. Where is he? Curt. 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. Pet. Thus have I politickly begun my reign, And 'tis my hope to end successfully: [Exeunt. My falcon now is sharp, and passing empty; She eat no meat to-day, nor none shall eat; Last night she slept not, nor to-night she shall not; As with the meat, some undeserved fault I'll find about the making of the bed; And here I'll fling the pillow, there the bolster, That all is done in reverend care of her; And, in conclusion, she shall watch all night: And thus I'll curb her mad and headstrong humour:- Now let him speak; 'tis charity to show. [Exit. SCENE II.-Padua. Before BAPTISTA'S House. Enter TRANIO and HORTENSIO. Tra. Is't possible, friend Licio, that Bianca Doth fancy any other but Lucentio ? I tell you, sir, she bears me fair in hand. Hor. Sir, to satisfy you in what I have said, Stand by, and mark the manner of his teaching. [They stand aside. Enter BIANCA and LUCENTIO. Luc. Now, mistress, profit you in what you read? Bian. What, master, read you? first resolve me that. Luc. I read that, I profess; the art to love. Bian. And may you prove, sir, master of your art! 1 Luc. While you, sweet dear, prove mistress of my heart. [They retire. Hor. Quick proceeders, marry! Now, tell me, I pray, You that durst swear, that your mistress Bianca Tra. O despiteful love! unconstant womankind!I tell thee, Licio, this is wonderful. Hor. Mistake no more: I am not Licio, Nor a musician, as I seem to be; But one that scorn to live in this disguise, And makes a god of such a cullion; Tra. Signior Hortensio, I have often heard Of your entire affection to Bianca ; And since mine eyes are witness of her lightness, Forswear Bianca and her love for ever. Hor. See, how they kiss and court!-Signior Lu centio, Here is my hand, and here I firmly vow Never to woo her more; but do forswear her, As one unworthy all the former favours, That I have fondly flatter'd her withal. Tra. And here I take the like unfeigned oath,Ne'er to marry with her though she would entreat: Fye on her! see, how beastly she doth court him. Hor. 'Would, all the world, but he, had quite forsworn! For me, that I may surely keep mine oath, I will be married to a wealthy widow, |