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 Ser.

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 the 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. [Exit Ser.
Where is the life that late I led?
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? [Sings.

It was the friar of orders grey,
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?

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

Pet.
A whoreson, beatle-headed, flat-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.

Kat.
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. [Exeunt. 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; and 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.

SCENE III. Enter Petruchio.

Pet.
Thus have I politickly begun my reign,
And 'tis my hope to end successfully:
My faulcon now is sharp, and passing empty,
And till she stoop, she must not be full gorg'd,
For then she never looks upon her lure.
Another way I have to man my haggard,
To make her come, and know her keeper's call:
That is, to watch her, as we watch these kites,
That bait and beat, and will not be obedient.
She eat no meat to-day, nor none shall eat.
Last night she slept not, nor to-night shall not:
As with the meat, some undeserved fault
I'll find about the making of the bed.
And here I'll fling the pillow, there the bolster,
This way the coverlet, that way the sheets;
Ay, and amid this hurly I'll pretend
That all is done in reverend care of her,
And in conclusion, she shall watch all night:
And if she chance to nod, I'll rail and brawl,
And with the clamour keep her still awake.
This is a way to kill a wife with kindness,
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 shew. [Exit.

SCENE IV. Enter Katharina and Grumio.

Gru.
No, no, forsooth, I dare not for my life.

Kath.
The more my wrong; the more his spite appears:
What, did he marry me to famish me?
Beggars that come unto my father's door,
Upon intreaty, have a present alms;
If not, elsewhere they meet with charity:
But I, who never knew how to intreat,
Nor never needed that I should intreat,
Am starv'd for meat, giddy for lack of sleep;
With oaths kept waking, and with brawling fed;
And that which spights me more than all these wants,
He does it under name of perfect love:
As who would say, if I should sleep or eat
'Twere deadly sickness, or else present death:
I pr'ythee go, and get me some repast;
I care not what, so it be wholesome food.

Gru.
What say you to a neat's foot?

Kath.
'Tis passing good; I pr'ythee let me have it.

Gru.
I fear it is too flegmatick a meat:
How say you to a fat tripe finely broil'd?

Kath.
I like it well; good Grumio fetch it me.

Gru.
I cannot tell, I fear it's cholerick:
What say you to a piece of beef and mustard?

Kath.
A dish that I do love to feed upon.

Gru.
Ay, but the mustard is too hot a little.

Kath.
Why then the beef, and let the mustard rest.

Gru.
Nay then I will not; you shall have the mustard,
Or else you get no beef of Grumio.

Kath.
Then both, or one, or any thing thou wilt.

Gru.
Why then the mustard without the beef.

Kath.
Go, get thee gone, thou false deluding slave, [beats him.
That feed'st me with the very name of meat:
Sorrow on thee, and all the pack of you
That triumph thus upon my misery.
Go, get thee gone, I say. SCENE V. Enter Petruchio and Hortensio with meat.

Pet.
How fares my Kate? what, sweeting, all amort?

Hor.
Mistress, what cheer?

Kath.
'Faith as cold as can be.

Pet.
Pluck up thy spirits; look cheerfully upon me;
Here love, thou seest how diligent I am,
To dress thy meat my self, and bring it thee:
I'm sure, sweet Kate, this kindness merits thanks.
What, not a word? nay then, thou lov'st it not:
And all my pains is sorted to no proof.
Here take away the dish.

Kath.
I pray you let it stand.

Pet.
The poorest service is repaid with thanks,
And so shall mine before you touch the meat.

Kath.
I thank you, Sir.

Hor.
Signior Petruchio, fie, you are to blame:
Come, mistress Kate, I'll bear you company.

Pet.
Eat it up all, Hortensio, if thou lovest me,
Much good do it unto thy gentle heart;
Kate, eat apace. And now my honey love,
Will we return unto thy father's house,
And revel it as bravely as the best,
With silken coats, and caps, and golden rings,
With ruffs, and cuffs, and fardingals, and things:

With scarfs, and fans, and double change of brav'ry,
With amber bracelets, beads and all this knavery.
What, hast thou din'd? the taylor stays thy leisure,
To deck thy body with his ^{a note}rustling treasure. SCENE VI. Enter Taylor.

Come, taylor, let us see these ornaments. Enter Haberdasher.
Lay forth the gown. What news with you, Sir?

Hab.
Here is the cap your worship did bespeak.

Pet.
Why this was moulded on a porringer,
A velvet dish; fie, fie, 'tis lewd and filthy:
Why 'tis a cockle or a walnut-shell,
A knack, a toy, a trick, a baby's cap.
Away with it, come, let me have a bigger.

Kath.
I'll have no bigger, this doth fit the time,
And gentlewomen wear such caps as these.

Pet.
When you are gentle, you shall have one too,
And not 'till then.

Hor.
That will not be in haste.

Kath.
Why, Sir, I trust I may have leave to speak,
And speak I will. I am no child, no babe,
Your betters have endur'd me say my mind;
And if you cannot, best you stop your ears.
My tongue will tell the anger of my heart,
Or else my heart concealing it will break:
And rather than it shall, I will be free,
Even to the utmost as I please in words.

Pet.
Why thou say'st true, it is a paltry cap,
A custard coffin, a bauble, a silken pie,

I love thee well in that thou lik'st it not.

Kath.
Love me, or love me not, I like the cap,
And I will have it, or I will have none.

Pet.
Thy gown? why ay; come taylor, let us see't.
O mercy heav'n, what masking stuff is here?
What? this a sleeve? 'tis like a demi-cannon;
What, up and down carv'd like an apple-tart?
Here's snip, and nip, and cut, and slish, and slash,
Like to a censer in a barber's shop:
Why what a devil's name, taylor, call'st thou this?

Hor.
I see she's like to've neither cap nor gown.

Tay.
You bid me make it orderly and well,
According to the fashion of the time.

Pet.
Marry and did: but if you be remembred,
I did not bid you marr it to the time.
Go hop me over every kennel home,
For you shall hop without my custom, Sir:
I'll none of it; hence, make your best of it.

Kath.
I never saw a better fashion'd gown,
More queint, more pleasing, nor more commendable:
Belike you mean to make a puppet of me.

Pet.
Why true, he means to make a puppet of thee.

Tay.
She says your worship means to make a puppet of her.

Pet.
Oh most monstrous arrogance!
Thou lyest, thou thread, thou thimble,
Thou yard, three quarters, half yard, quarter, nail,
Thou flea, thou nit, thou winter cricket thou!
Brav'd in mine own house with a skein of thread!
Away, thou rag, thou quantity, thou remnant,
Or I shall so be-mete thee with thy yard,
As thou shalt think on prating whilst thou liv'st:
I tell thee I, that thou hast marr'd her gown.

Tay.
Your worship is deceiv'd, the gown is made

Just as my master had direction.
Grumio gave order how it should be done.

Gru.

I gave him no order, I gave him the stuff.

Tay.

But how did you desire it should be made?

Gru.

Marry, Sir, with needle and thread.

Tay.

But did you not request to have it cut?

Gru.

Thou hast fac'd many things.

Tay.

I have.

Gru.

Face not me: thou hast brav'd many men, brave not me, I will neither be fac'd nor brav'd. I say unto thee, I bid thy master cut out the gown, but I did not bid him cut it to pieces. Ergo thou liest.

Tay.

Why here is the note of the fashion to testify.

Pet.

Read it.

Gru.

The note lies in's throat if he say I said so.

Tay.

Imprimis, a loose-bodied gown.

Gru.

Master, if ever I said loose-bodied gown, sow me up in the skirts of it, and beat me to death with a bottom of brown thread: I said a gown.

Pet.

Proceed.

Tay.

With a small compast cape.

Gru.

I confess the cape.

Tay.

With a trunk sleeve.

Gru.

I confess two sleeves.

Tay.

The sleeves curiously cut.

Pet.

Ay there's the villany.

Gru.

Error i'th'bill, Sir, error i'th' bill: I commanded the sleeves should be cut out, and sow'd up again, and that I'll prove upon thee, tho' thy little finger be armed in a thimble.

Tay.

This is true that I say, an I had thee in place where, thou shou'dst know it.

Gru.

I am for thee straight: take thou the bill, give me thy meet-yard, and spare not me.

Hor.

God-amercy, Grumio, then he shall have no odds.

Pet.

Well, Sir, in brief the gown is not for me.

Gru.

You are i'th' right, Sir, 'tis for my mistress.

Pet.

Go take it up unto thy master's use.

Gru.

Villain, not for thy life: take up my mistress's gown for thy master's use!

Pet.

Why, Sir, what's your conceit in that?

Gru.
Oh, Sir, the conceit is deeper than you think for;
Take up my mistress's gown unto his master's use?
Oh fie, fie, fie.

Pet.
Hortensio, say thou wilt see the taylor paid. [Aside.
Go take it hence, be gone, and say no more.

Hor.
Taylor, I'll pay thee for thy gown to-morrow,
Take no unkindness of his hasty words:
Away I say, commend me to thy master. [Exit Tayl.

Pet.
Well come my Kate, we will unto your father's,
Even in these honest mean habiliments:
Our purses shall be proud, our garments poor;
For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich.
And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds,
So honour peereth in the meanest habit.
What; is the jay more precious than the lark,
Because his feathers are more beautiful?
Or is the adder better than the eel,
Because his painted skin contents the eye?
Oh no, good Kate; neither art thou the worse
For this poor furniture, and mean array.
If thou account'st it shame, lay it on me;
And therefore frolick; we will hence forthwith,
To feast and sport us at thy father's house.
Go call my men, and let us straight to him,
And bring our horses unto Long-lane end,
There will we mount, and thither walk on foot.

Let's see, I think 'tis now some seven a-clock,
And well we may come there by dinner-time.

Kath.
I dare assure you, Sir, 'tis almost two;
And 'twill be supper-time ere you come there.

Pet.
It shall be seven ere I go to horse:
Look what I speak, or do, or think to do,
You are still crossing it; Sirs, let't alone,
I will not go to-day, and ere I do,
It shall be what a clock I say it is.

Hor.
Why so: this gallant will command the sun. [Exeunt Pet. Kath. and Hor. Lord.

Who's within there?

Asleep again! go take him easily up, and put him in his own apparel again. But see you wake him not in any case.