Sifter?

: Tra. Of all mad matches, never was the like.
Luc. Miftrefs, what's your opinion of your
Bian, That, being mad herself, fhe's madly mated.
Gre I warrant him, Petruchio is Kated.

Bap. Neighbours and Friends, tho' Bride and Bride groom want

For to fupply the places at the table;

You know, there wants no junkets at the feaft:
Lucentio, you fupply the Bridegroom's place;
And let Bianca take her Sifter's room.

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

F

V

Y, fy, on all tired jades, and all mad mafters, and all foul ways! was ever man fo beaten was ever man fo raide? was ever man fo weary? I am fent before, to make a fire; and they are coming after, tô 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 l'fhould come by a fire to thaw me; but I with blowing 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 slide

from

from my shoulder 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 the fo hot a Shrew, as fhe's reported ?

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 master, and my new mistress, and myfelf, fellow Curtis.

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

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 mistress, whofe hand, the being now at hand, thou shalt 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 miftrefs 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, rufhes ftrew'd, cobwebs fwept, the fervingmen in their new fuftian, their white ftockings, and every officer his wedding garment on ? be the Jacks fair within, the Jills fair without, carpets laid, and every thing in order?

Curt. All ready and therefore, I pray thee, what

news ?

Gru. Firft, know, my horfe is tired; my master and mistress fall'n out.

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

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

Gru. Lend thine ear.

Curt. Here.

Gru. There.

[Strikes him.

Curt. This is to feel a tale, not to hear a tale.

Gru, And therefore 'tis called a fenfible tale: and this cuff was but to knock at your ear, and befeech liftning. Now I begin imprimis, we came master riding behind my mistress.

Curt. Both on one horse ?
Gru. What's that to thee?
Curt. Why, a horse.

down a foul hill, my

But hadft thou not

Gru. Tell thou the tale. croft me, thou should't have heard how her horfe fell, and the under her horfe: thou fhould't have heard in how miry a place, how fhe was bemoil'd, how he left her with the horse upon her, how he beat me because her horse stumbled, how the waded through the dirt to pluck him off me; how he fwore, how the pray'd that never prayed before; how I cryed; how the horfes ran away; how her bridle was burft; how I lost my crupper; with many things of worthy memory, which now shall die in oblivion, and thou return unexperienced to thy grave.

Curt. By this reckoning he is more fhrew than fhe.

Gru. Ay, and that thou and the proudest of you all fhall find, when he comes home. But what talk I of this? call forth Nathaniel, Jofeph, Nicholas, Philip, Walter, Sugarfop, and the reft: let their heads be fleekly combed, their blue coats brufh'd, and their garters of an indifferent knit; let them curt'fy with their left legs, and not prefume to touch a hair of my master's horfe-tail, 'till they kifs their hands. Are they all ready?

Curt. They are.

Gru. Call them forth.

Curt. Do you hear, ho? you must meet my mafter to countenance my mistress.

Gru.

Gru. Why, the hath a face of her own.

Curt. Who knows not that?

Gru. Thou, it feems, that call'ft for company to countenance her.

Curt. I call them forth to credit her.

Enter four or five Serving-men.

Gru. Why, fhe comes to borrow nothing of them.
Nath. Welcome home, Grumio.

Phil. How now, Grumie?

Jof. 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 fpruce companions, is all ready, and all things neat? Nath. All things are ready; how near is our master? Gru. Ev'n at hand, alighted by this; and therefore cock's paffion, filence !-I hear my

be not

mafter.

Enter Petruchio and Kate.

Pet. Where be thefe knaves? what, no man at door to hold my firrup, nor to take my horfe

Nathaniel, Gregory, Philip?.

All Serv. Here, here, Sir; here, Sir.

where is

Pet. Here, Sir, here, Sir, here, Sir, here, Sir?
You loggerheaded and unpolish'd grooms:

What? no attendance? no regard? no duty?
Where is the foolish knave I fent before?

Gru. Here, Sir, as foolish as I was before?

Pet. You peafant fwain, you whorefon, inalt-horse drudge, Did not I bid thee meet me in the park,

And bring along these rascal knaves with thee?
Gru. Nathaniel's coat, Sir, was not fully made.
And Gabriel's pumps were all unpink'd i' th' 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

The reft were ragged, old and beggarly,
Yet as they are, here they come to meet you.
Pet. Go, rafcals, go, and fetch my supper in.

Where is the life that late I led?
fit down, Kate,

Where are thofe

[Exeunt Servants.

And welcome. Soud, foud, soud, soud!

[Singing.

Why, when, I say? nay, good sweet Kate, be merry. Off with my boots, you rogue: you villains, when? It was the Friar of Orders grey,

As he forth walked on his way.

foot

Out, out, you rogue! you pluck my awry.
Take that, and mind the plucking off the other.

[Sings.

[Strikes him. Be merry, Kate: fome water, here! what hoa!

Enter one with water.

Where's my spaniel Troilus? firrah, get you hence.
And bid my coufin Ferdinand come hither:

"One, Kate, that you must kifs, and be acquainted with.
Where are my flippers; fhall I have fome water?
Come, Kate, and wash, and welcome heartily:
You, whoreton villain, will you let it fall?

Cath. Patience, I pray you, 'twas a fault unwilling. Pet. A whorefon, beatle headed, flap-ear'd knave; Come, Kate, fit down; I know, you have a ftomach, Will you give thanks, weet Kate, or elfe fhall I ? What's this, mutton?

1 Ser. Yes.

Pet. Who brought it ?

Ser. I.

Pet. "Tis burnt, and fo is all the meat:

What dogs are these? where is the rafcal cook?
How durft you, villains, bring it from the dreffer,
And ferve it thus to me that love it not?:
There, take it to you, trenchers, cups and all:

[Throws the meat, &c. about the Stage.

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