Pet.
Where be these knaves? What, no man at door^{4 note},

To hold my stirrup, nor to take my horse!
Where is Nathaniel, Gregory, Philip?—

All Serv.
Here, here, sir; here, sir.

Pet.
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?

Gru.
Here, sir; as foolish as I was before.

Pet.
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?

Gru.
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^{5 note},
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 to meet you.

Pet.
Go, rascals, go, and fetch my supper in.— [Exeunt some of the Servants.
Where is the life that late I led^{6 note}

Re-enter Servants, with supper.
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^{8 note},
As he forth walked on his way:— Sings.
Out, out, you rogue^{9 note}! you pluck my foot awry:
Take that, and mend the plucking off the other.— [Strikes him.
Be merry, Kate:—Some water, here; what, ho!—
Where's my spaniel Troilus?—Sirrah, get you hence,
And bid my cousin Ferdinand come hither^{1 note}:— [Exit Servant.
One, Kate, that you must kiss, and be acquainted with.—
Where are my slippers?—Shall I have some water? [A bason is presented to him.
Come, Kate, and wash^{2 note}

You whoreson villain! will you let it fall? [Strikes him.

Kath.
Patience, I pray you; 'twas a fault unwilling.

Pet.
A whoreson, beetleheaded, 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?

1 Serv.
Ay.

Pet.
Who brought it?

1 Serv.
I.

Pet.
'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?
There, take it to you, trenchers, cups, and all: [Throws the meat, &c. about the stage.

You heedless joltheads, and unmanner'd slaves!
What, do you grumble? I'll be with you straight.

Kath.
I pray you, husband, be not so disquiet;
The meat was well, if you were so contented.

Pet.
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 cholerick,—
Than feed it with such over-roasted flesh.
Be patient; to-morrow it shall be mended,
And, for this night, we'll fast for company:—
Come, I will bring thee to thy bridal chamber. [Exeunt Petruchio, Katharina, and Curtis.

Nath. [Advancing.]
Peter, didst ever see the like?

Peter.
He kills her in her own humour. Re-enter Curtis.

Gru.
Where is he?

Curt.
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. [Exeunt. Re-enter Petruchio.

Pet.
Thus have I politickly 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-gorg'd^{3 note}

For then she never looks upon her lure.
Another way I have to man my haggard^{4 note},
To make her come, and know her keeper's call,
That is, to watch her, as we watch these kites^{5 note}

And thus I'll curb her mad and headstrong humour:—
He that knows better how to tame a shrew,
Now let him speak; 'tis charity to show. [Exit. 8 ^note.

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