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, [Sings. Out, out, you rogue! you pluck my foot awry: 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 wa ter? [A bason is presented to him, Come, Kate, and wash, and welcome heartily: [Sercant 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, beetleheaded, flapear'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? Pet. 1 Serc. Who brought it? 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. 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 away; And I expressly am forbid to touch it, 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. [Exeunt. Re-enter Petruchio. Pet. Thus have I politickly begun my reign, To make her come, and know her keeper's call; I'll find about the making of the bed; And here I'll fling the pillow, there the bolster, This way the coverlet, another way the sheets:Ay, and amid this hurly, I intend, 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 hu mour: He that knows better how to tame a shrew, [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! 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 Lov'd 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, Nor a musician, as I seem to be; But one that scorn to live in this disguise, For such a one as leaves a gentleman, And makes a god of such a cullion: Know, sir, that I am call'd-Hortensio. Tra. Signior Hortensio, I have often heard Of your entire affection to Bianca; And since mine eyes are witness of her lightness, I will with you,-if you be so contented,Forswear Bianca and her love for ever. Hor. See, how they kiss and court!--Signior Here is my hand, and here I firmly vow- 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 lov'd me, 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. |