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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 master of what is mine own- |
She is my goods, my chattels, she is my house, |
My household stuff, my field, my barn, |
My horse, my ox, my ass, my any thing, |
And here she stands; touch her whoever dare; |
I'll bring mine action on the proudest he |
That stops my way in Padua. Grumio, |
Draw forth thy weapon; we are beset with thieves; |
Rescue thy mistress, if thou be a man. |
Fear not, sweet wench; they shall not touch thee, Kate; |
I'll buckler thee against a million. |
Exeunt PETRUCHIO, KATHERINA, and GRUMIO |
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. |
Exeunt |
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ACT IV. SCENE I. |
PETRUCHIO'S country house |
Enter GRUMIO |
GRUMIO. Fie, fie on all tired jades, on all mad masters, and all |
foul ways! Was ever man so beaten? Was ever man so ray'd? 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 roof |
of my mouth, my heart in my belly, ere I should come by a fire to |
thaw me. But I with blowing the fire shall warm myself; for, |
considering the weather, a taller man than I will take cold. |
Holla, ho! Curtis! |
Enter CURTIS |
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 know'st |
winter tames man, woman, and beast; for it hath tam'd 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 thou wilt. |
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 trimm'd, rushes |
strew'd, 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 everything in order? |
CURTIS. All ready; and therefore, I pray thee, news. |
GRUMIO. First know my horse is tired; my master and mistress fall'n |
out. |
CURTIS. How? |
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