Gru. Call them forth. Curt. Do you hear, ho? You must meet my master to countenance my mistress. Gru. Why, she hath a face of her own. Curt. Who knows not that? Gru. Thou, it seems; that callest for company to countenance her. Curt. I call them forth to credit her. Gru. Why, she comes to borrow nothing of them. Nath. Welcome home, Grumio. Phil. 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. E'en 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 Serv. Here, here, sir; here, sir. Pet. Here, sir! here, sir! here, sir! here, sir!— 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. 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 gray, As he forth walked on his way,— Out, out, you rogue! you pluck my foot awry: [Sings. [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 basin 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-eared 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? Pet. 'Tis burnt; and so is all the meat. [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; 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, [Exeunt PET., KATH., and CURt. Nath. [Advancing.] Peter, didst ever see the like? Peter. He kills her in her own humor. 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. [Exeunt. Pet. Thus have I politicly begun my reign, 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 ; VOL. II. 4 [Exit. SCENE II. Padua. Before Baptista's House. Tra. Is't possible, friend Licio, that Bianca 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! Luc. While you, sweet dear, prove mistress of my heart. [They retire. Hor. Quick proceeders, marry! Now tell me, I pray, You that dost swear that your mistress Bianca Loved none in the world so well as Lucentio. Tra. O despiteful love! unconstant womankind! I tell thee, Licio, this is wonderful. Hor. Mistake no more. I am not Licio, But one that scorn to live in this disguise, And makes a god of such a cullion. Tra. Seignior 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 forever. Hor. See how they kiss and court!-Seignior Lucentio, Here is my hand, and here I firmly vow Never to woo her more; but do forswear her, As one unworthy all the former favors That I have fondly flattered her withal. Tra. And here I take the like unfeigned oath,— Ne'er to marry with her though she would entreat. Fie 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, Ere three days pass; which hath as long loved me, As I have loved this proud, disdainful haggard. Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks, [Exit HORTENSIO.-LUCENTIO and BIANCA advance. Tra. Mistress Bianca, bless you with such grace As 'longeth to a lover's blessed case! Nay, I have ta'en you napping, gentle love; And have forsworn you, with Hortensio. Bian. Tranio, you jest. But have you both forsworn me? Tra. Mistress, we have. Luc. Then we are rid of Licio. Tra. I'faith, he'll have a lusty widow now, That shall be wooed and wedded in a day. Bian. God give him joy! Tra. Ay, and he'll tame her. Bian. He says so, Tranio. Tra. 'Faith, he is gone unto the taming-school. Bian. The taming-school! what, is there such a place? Tra. Ay, mistress, and Petruchio is the master; That teacheth tricks eleven-and-twenty long,To tame a shrew, and charm her chattering tongue. Enter BIONDELLO, running. Bion. O master, master, I have watched so long That I'm dog-weary; but at last I spied An ancient angel coming down the hill Will serve the turn. Tra. Tra. If he be credulous, and trust my tale, Take in your love, and then let me alone. [Exeunt LUCENTIO and BIANCA. Enter a Pedant. Ped. God save you, sir! Tra. And you, sir! You are welcome. Travel you far on, or are you at the farthest? |