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PETRUCHIO: I must away to-day, before night come: Make it no wonder; if you knew my business, You would entreat me rather go than stay. And, honest company, I thank you all, That have beheld me give away myself To this most patient, sweet and virtuous wife: Dine with my father, drink a health to me; For I must hence; a... |
TRANIO: Let us entreat you stay till after dinner. |
PETRUCHIO: It may not be. |
GREMIO: Let me entreat you. |
PETRUCHIO: It cannot be. |
KATHARINA: Let me entreat you. |
PETRUCHIO: I am content. |
KATHARINA: Are you content to stay? |
PETRUCHIO: I am content you shall entreat me stay; But yet not stay, entreat me how you can. |
KATHARINA: Now, if you love me, stay. |
PETRUCHIO: Grumio, my horse. |
GRUMIO: Ay, sir, they be ready: the oats have eaten the horses. |
KATHARINA: Nay, then, Do what thou canst, I will not go to-day; No, nor to-morrow, not till I please myself. The door is open, sir; there lies your way; You may be jogging whiles your boots are green; For me, I'll not be gone till I please myself: 'Tis like you'll prove a jolly surly groom, That take it on you at the f... |
PETRUCHIO: O Kate, content thee; prithee, be not angry. |
KATHARINA: I will be angry: what hast thou to do? Father, be quiet; he shall stay my leisure. |
GREMIO: Ay, marry, sir, now it begins to work. |
KATARINA: Gentlemen, forward to the bridal dinner: I see a woman may be made a fool, If she had not a spirit to resist. |
PETRUCHIO: They shall go forward, Kate, at thy command. Obey the bride, you that attend on her; Go to the feast, revel and domineer, Carouse full measure to her maidenhead, Be mad and merry, or go hang yourselves: But for my bonny Kate, she must with me. Nay, look not big, nor stamp, nor stare, nor fret; I will be mast... |
BAPTISTA: Nay, let them go, a couple of quiet ones. |
GREMIO: Went they not quickly, I should die with laughing. |
TRANIO: Of all mad matches never was the like. |
LUCENTIO: Mistress, what's your opinion of your sister? |
BIANCA: That, being mad herself, she's madly mated. |
GREMIO: I warrant him, Petruchio is Kated. |
BAPTISTA: Neighbours and friends, though bride and bridegroom wants For to supply the places at the table, You know there wants no junkets at the feast. Lucentio, you shall supply the bridegroom's place: And let Bianca take her sister's room. |
TRANIO: Shall sweet Bianca practise how to bride it? |
BAPTISTA: She shall, Lucentio. Come, gentlemen, let's go. |
GRUMIO: Fie, fie on all tired jades, on all mad masters, and all foul ways! Was ever man so beaten? was ever man so rayed? was ever man so weary? I am sent before to make a fire, and they are coming after to warm them. Now, were not I a little pot and soon hot, my very lips might freeze to my teeth, my tongue to the ro... |
CURTIS: Who is that calls so coldly? |
GRUMIO: A piece of ice: if thou doubt it, thou mayst slide from my shoulder to my heel with no greater a run but my head and my neck. A fire good Curtis. |
CURTIS: Is my master and his wife coming, Grumio? |
GRUMIO: O, ay, Curtis, ay: and therefore fire, fire; cast on no water. |
CURTIS: Is she so hot a shrew as she's reported? |
GRUMIO: She was, good Curtis, before this frost: but, thou knowest, winter tames man, woman and beast; for it hath tamed my old master and my new mistress and myself, fellow Curtis. |
CURTIS: Away, you three-inch fool! I am no beast. |
GRUMIO: Am I but three inches? why, thy horn is a foot; and so long am I at the least. But wilt thou make a fire, or shall I complain on thee to our mistress, whose hand, she being now at hand, thou shalt soon feel, to thy cold comfort, for being slow in thy hot office? |
CURTIS: I prithee, good Grumio, tell me, how goes the world? |
GRUMIO: A cold world, Curtis, in every office but thine; and therefore fire: do thy duty, and have thy duty; for my master and mistress are almost frozen to death. |
CURTIS: There's fire ready; and therefore, good Grumio, the news. |
GRUMIO: Why, 'Jack, boy! ho! boy!' and as much news as will thaw. |
CURTIS: Come, you are so full of cony-catching! |
GRUMIO: Why, therefore fire; for I have caught extreme cold. Where's the cook? is supper ready, the house trimmed, rushes strewed, cobwebs swept; the serving-men in their new fustian, their white stockings, and every officer his wedding-garment on? Be the jacks fair within, the jills fair without, the carpets laid, and... |
CURTIS: All ready; and therefore, I pray thee, news. |
GRUMIO: First, know, my horse is tired; my master and mistress fallen out. |
CURTIS: How? |
GRUMIO: Out of their saddles into the dirt; and thereby hangs a tale. |
CURTIS: Let's ha't, good Grumio. |
GRUMIO: Lend thine ear. |
CURTIS: Here. |
GRUMIO: There. |
CURTIS: This is to feel a tale, not to hear a tale. |
GRUMIO: And therefore 'tis called a sensible tale: and this cuff was but to knock at your ear, and beseech listening. Now I begin: Imprimis, we came down a foul hill, my master riding behind my mistress,-- |
CURTIS: Both of one horse? |
GRUMIO: What's that to thee? |
CURTIS: Why, a horse. |
GRUMIO: Tell thou the tale: but hadst thou not crossed me, thou shouldst have heard how her horse fell and she under her horse; thou shouldst have heard in how miry a place, how she was bemoiled, how he left her with the horse upon her, how he beat me because her horse stumbled, how she waded through the dirt to pluck ... |
CURTIS: By this reckoning he is more shrew than she. |
GRUMIO: 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: let them curtsy with their lef... |
CURTIS: They are. |
GRUMIO: Call them forth. |
CURTIS: Do you hear, ho? you must meet my master to countenance my mistress. |
GRUMIO: Why, she hath a face of her own. |
CURTIS: Who knows not that? |
GRUMIO: Thou, it seems, that calls for company to countenance her. |
CURTIS: I call them forth to credit her. |
GRUMIO: Why, she comes to borrow nothing of them. |
NATHANIEL: Welcome home, Grumio! |
PHILIP: How now, Grumio! |
JOSEPH: What, Grumio! |
NICHOLAS: Fellow Grumio! |
NATHANIEL: How now, old lad? |
GRUMIO: 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? |
NATHANIEL: All things is ready. How near is our master? |
GRUMIO: E'en at hand, alighted by this; and therefore be not--Cock's passion, silence! I hear my master. |
PETRUCHIO: Where be these knaves? What, no man at door To hold my stirrup nor to take my horse! Where is Nathaniel, Gregory, Philip? |
ALL SERVING-MEN: Here, here, sir; here, sir. |
PETRUCHIO: 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? |
GRUMIO: Here, sir; as foolish as I was before. |
PETRUCHIO: 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? |
GRUMIO: Nathaniel's coat, sir, was not fully made, And Gabriel's pumps were all unpink'd i' the heel; There was no link to colour 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... |
PETRUCHIO: Go, rascals, go, and fetch my supper in. Where is the life that late I led-- Where are those--Sit down, Kate, and welcome.-- Sound, sound, sound, sound! 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 ... |
KATHARINA: Patience, I pray you; 'twas a fault unwilling. |
PETRUCHIO: 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? |
First Servant: Ay. |
PETRUCHIO: Who brought it? |
PETER: I. |
PETRUCHIO: '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? Theretake it to you, trenchers, cups, and all; You heedless joltheads and unmanner'd slaves! What, do you grumble? I'll be with you ... |
KATHARINA: I pray you, husband, be not so disquiet: The meat was well, if you were so contented. |
PETRUCHIO: 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 't shall be mended, And, for... |
NATHANIEL: Peter, didst ever see the like? |
PETER: He kills her in her own humour. |
GRUMIO: Where is he? |
CURTIS: 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. |
PETRUCHIO: Thus have I politicly begun my reign, And 'tis my hope to end successfully. My falcon now is sharp and passing empty; And till she stoop she must not be full-gorged, For then she never looks upon her lure. Another way I have to man my haggard, To make her come and know her keeper's call, That is, to watch he... |
TRANIO: Is't possible, friend Licio, that Mistress Bianca Doth fancy any other but Lucentio? I tell you, sir, she bears me fair in hand. |
HORTENSIO: Sir, to satisfy you in what I have said, Stand by and mark the manner of his teaching. |
LUCENTIO: Now, mistress, profit you in what you read? |
BIANCA: What, master, read you? first resolve me that. |
LUCENTIO: I read that I profess, the Art to Love. |
BIANCA: And may you prove, sir, master of your art! |
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