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Gre. Tut, she's a lamb, a dove, a fool to him: I'll tell you, Sir Lucentio ; when the Priest Should ask, if Catharine should be his wife? Ay, by gogs-Woons, quoth he; and swore fo loud, That, all-amaz’d, the Priest let fall the book ; And as he stoop'd again to take it up, This mad-brain'd Bridegroom took him such a cuff, That down fell priest and book, and book and priest. Now take them up, quoth he, if any lift.
Tra: What said the wench, when he rose up again? Gre. Trembled and shook; for why, he stamp'd and
swore, As if the Vicar meant to cozen him.. But after many ceremonies done, He calls for wine: a health, quoth he; as if H’ad been aboard carowsing to his Mates After a storm ; quafft off the muscadel, And threw the fops all in the sexton's face; Having no other cause, but that his beard Grew thin and hungerly, and seemd to ask His sops as he was drinking. This done, he took The Bride about the neck, and kist her lips With such a clamorous smack, that at the parting All the church echo'd; and I seeing 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.
[Mufick plays. Enter Petruchio, Catharina, Bianca, Hortensio,
your pains : I know, you think to dine with me to day, And have prepar'd great store of wedding cheer ; But so it is, my haste doth call me hence; And therefore here I mean to take my leave.
Bap. Is’t possible, you will away to night?
Pet. 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.
Pet. I am content, you shall intreat me, stay;
Cath. Now, if you love me, stay.
Gru. Ay, Sir, they be ready : the oats have eaten the horses.
Cath. Nay, then,
Pet. O, Kate, content thee; prythee, be not angry.
Çath. I will be angry; what haft 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.
Pet. They hall go forward, Kate, at thy command.
Nay, look not big, nor stamp, nor stare, nor fret,
[Exeunt Pet. and Cath. Bap. Nay, let them go, a couple of quiet ones. Gre. Went they not quickly, I should die with
Tra. Shall sweet Bianca practise how to bride it?
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SCENE, Petruchio's Country House.
G R v I E, fie on all tired jades, and all mad masters, and all foul ways! was ever man so beaten? was
ever man so raide? was ever man so weary? I am sent before, to make a fire ; and they are coming after, to warm them: now were I not 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; bur 1 with blowing the fire shall warm my self; for considering the weather, a taller man than I will take cold: holla, hoa, Curtis ?
Enter. Curtis. Curt. Who is it that calls: so coldly? Gru. A piece of ice. If thou, doubt it, thou may'st slide from my shoulder to, my hecl, with no greater a run but my head and my neck. A fire, good Curtis.
Curt. Is my master and his wife coming, Grumio.?
Gru, Oh, ay, Curtis, ay; and therefore fire, fire; cast on no water.
Curt. Is she so hot a Shrew, as she's reported ?
Gry. She was, good Curtis, before this frost ; but thou know'ft, winter tames man, woman and beast; for it hath tam'd my old master, and my new mistress, and my self, fellow Curtis.
Curt. Away, you three-inch'd fool; I am no beast.
Gru. (18) Am I but three inches? why, my horn is a foot, and so long am I at the least. But wilt thou
make (18) Am I but three Inches? why, thy Horn is a foot, and so long am (as the leaft.) This is said by Grumio to Curtis. But, tho' all the Co
make a fire, or shall I complain on thee to our mistress, whose band, she being now at hand, thou shalt soon feel to thy cold comfort, for being flow in thy hot office.
Curt. I prythee, 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 master and mistress are almost frozen to death.
Curt. There's fire ready; and therefore, good Grue mio, the news.
Gru. Why, Jack boy, ho boy; and as much news as thou wilt.
Curt. Come, you are so full of conycatching.
Gru. Why, therefore, fire ; for I have caught extream cold.' Where's the cook? is supper ready, the house trimm’d, rushes strew'd, cobwebs swept, the servingmen in their new fuftian, their white stockings, 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: First, know, my horse 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 Grumio.
[Strikes him. Curt. This is to feel a tale, not to hear a tale.
Gru. And therefore 'tis call'd a sensible tale': and this cuff was but to knock at your ear, and beseech liftning. Now I begin : imprimis, we came down a foul hill, my master riding behind my mistress. pies agree in the Reading, what Horn had Curtis ? But Grumio rides Post before his Master, and blows his Horn to give notice of his own coming home, and his Master's Approach.