Pet.

Where be these knaves? what, no man at door 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 loggerheaded 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 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 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 Servants.

Where is the life that late I led? [Singing.
Where are those
—sit down, Kate,
And welcome. Soud, soud, soud, soud! Enter Servants with Supper.
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, [Sings.
As he forth walked on his way.
Out, out, you rogue! you pluck my foot awry.

Take that, and mind the plucking off the other. [Strikes him.
Be merry, Kate: some water, here; what hoa! Enter one with water.
Where's my spaniel Troilus? sirrah, get you hence,
And bid my cousin Ferdinand come hither:
One, Kate, that you must kiss, and be acquainted with.
Where are my slippers? shall I have some water?
Come, Kate, and wash, and welcome heartily:
You, whoreson villain, will you let it fall?

Cath.
Patience, I pray you, 'twas a fault unwilling.

Pet.
A whoreson, beatle-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?

1 Ser.
Yes.

Pet.
Who brought it?

Ser.
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 jolt-heads, and unmanner'd slaves!
What, do you grumble? I'll be with you straight.

Cath.
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 dry'd away,
And I expresly am forbid to touch it:
For it engenders choler, planteth anger;
And better 'twere, that Both of us did fast,
Since, of our selves, our selves are cholerick,
Than feed it with such over-roasted flesh:
Be patient, for to morrow't shall be mended,
And for this night we'll fast for company.
Come, I will bring thee to thy bridal chamber. [Exe.

Enter Servants severally.

Nath.
Peter, didst ever see the like?

Peter.
He kills her in her own humour.

Gru.
Where is he? Enter Curtis, a Servant.

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.

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