With such a clamorous fmack, that at the parting
All the church echo'd; and I feeing this,
Came thence for very shame; and after me,

I know, the rout is coming: Such a mad marriage Ne'er was before.-Hark, hark, I hear the minstrels.

SCENE

[Mufick plays.

VII.

Enter Petruchio, Catharina, Bianca, Hortenfio, and Baptista.

Pet. Gentlemen and friends, I thank you for
pains;

I know, you think to dine with me to day,
And have prepar'd great store of wedding cheer;
But fo it is, my hafte doth call me hence;
And therefore here I mean to take my leave.

Bap. Is't poffible, you will away to night?
Pet. I muft away to day, before night come.
Make it no wonder; if you knew my business,
You would entreat me rather go than stay.
And, honeft Company, I thank you all,
That have beheld me give away myself
To this moft patient, fweet and virtuous wife.
Dine with my father, drink a health to me,
For I must hence, and farewel to you all.

Tra. Let us entreat you stay 'till after dinner:
Pet. It may not be.

Gre. Let me intreat you.

Pet. It cannot be.

Cath. Let me intreat you.

Pet. I am content

Cath. Are you content to ftay?

Pet: I am content you fhall intreat me, stay;

But yet not stay, intreat me how you can.

Cath. Now, if you love me, stay.

Pet. Grumio, my horses.

your.

Gru

Gru. Ay, Sir, they be ready; the oats have eaten the horses.

Cath. Nay, then,

Do what thou canft, I will not go to day;
No, nor to morrow, nor 'till I please myself:
The door is open, Sir, there lies your way,
You may be jogging, while your boots are green;
For me, I'll not go, 'till I pleafe myself:
'Tis like, you'll prove a jolly furly groom,
That take it on you at the first fo roundly.
Pet. O, Kate, content thee, pr'ythee, be not angry.
Cath. I will be angry; what hast thou to do?
Father, be quiet; he shall stay my leisure.

Gre. Ay, marry, Sir; now it begins to work.
Cath. Gentlemen, forward to the bridal dinner.
I fee, a woman may be made a fool,

If fhe had not a fpirit to refift.

Pet. They fhall go forward, Kate, at thy command.
Obey the Bride, you that attend on her:
Go to the feast, revel and domineer;
Carowfe full meafure to her maiden-head;
Be mad and merry, or go hang yourselves;
But for my bonny Kate, fhe muft with me.
Nay, look not big, nor ftamp, nor ftare, nor fret,
I will be mafter of what is mine own;

She is my goods, my chattels, fhe is my house,
My houfhold-ftuff, my field, my barn,

My horfe, my ox, my ass, my any thing;
And here fhe ftands, touch her who ever dare.
I'll bring my action on the proudeft he,
That ftops my way in Padua: Grumio,

Draw forth thy weapon; we're beset with thieves;
Refcue thy miftrefs, if thou be a man:

Fear not, fweet wench, they fhall not touch thee,

Kate;

I'll buckler thee against a million.

[Exeunt Pet, and Cath,

Gre.

Bap. Nay, let them go, a couple of quiet ones.

Gre. Went they not quickly, I fhould die with laughing.

Tra. Of all mad matches, never was the like.

Luc. Mistress, what's your opinion of your Sifter? Bian. That, being mad herself, fhe's madly mated. Gre. I warrant him, Petruchio is Kated.

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;
Lucentio, you fupply the Bridegroom's place;
And let Bianca take her Sifter's room.

Tra. Shall fweet Bianca practife how to bride it?
Bap. She fhall, Lucentio: Gentlemen, let's go.
[Exeunt.

ACT IV.

IV. SCENE I.

F

Petruchio's Country House.

Enter Grumio.

GRUMIO.

Y, fy on all tired jades, and all mad mafters,

and all foul ways! was ever man fo beaten ? 3 was ever man fo ray'd? was ever man fo weary? I am fent before, to make a fire; and they are coming after, to warm them now were not I 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 blow

3 Was ever man fo ray'd.] That is, was ever man fo mark'd with lashes.

ing the fire fhall warm myself; 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'st 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 fhe fo hot a Shrew, as fhe's reported?

4

Gru. She was, good Curtis, before this froft; but thou know'ft, winter tames man, woman and beast; for it hath tam'd my old mafter, and my new mistress, and thyfelf, fellow Curtis.

Curt. 5 Away, you three-inch'd fool; I am no beast.

6

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 mis

WARBURTON.

4 Gru.winter tames mar, the fenfe of this alteration. woman and beast; for it hath tam'd my old mafier, and my new mistress, and MY felf, fellow Cur

5 Arway, you three-inch'd fool;] i. e. with a fcull three inches thick, a phrafe taken from the thicker fort of planks.

WARBURTON.

Why thy horn is a foot, and fo long am lat leaft.] Tho' all the copies agree in this reading, Mr. Theobald fays, yet he cannot find what horn Curtis had; therefore he alters it to my horn. But the common reading is right, and the meaning is that he had made Curtis a cuckold.

WARBURTON.

tress,

tress, whose hand, fhe being now at hand, thou fhalt 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 house trimm'd, rushes ftrew'd, cobwebs fwept, the servingmen 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. First, know, my horfe is tired, my master and mistress fall'n out.

Curt. How?

Gru. Out of their faddles into the dirt; and thereby hangs a tale.

Curt. Let's ha't, good Grumio.

Gru. Lend thine ear.