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Fol. 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 spruce companions, is all ready, and all things neat?

Nat. All things are ready: how near is our master ?

Grü. E'en at hand, alighted by this; and therefore be not- -cock's paslion, filence! I hear my master.

Enter Petruchio and Kate. Pet. Where be thefe 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 Did not I bid thee meet me in the park, [drudge, 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- -- fit dozun, Kate, And welcome. Soud, foud, Foud, foud.

Enter Servants with supper. Why, when, I say? nay, good sweet Kate, be merry, Of 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 plack 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 ? firrah, get you hence, And bid my cousin Ferdinand come hither: One, Kate, that you muft kiss, and be acquainted withi Where are my slippers ? shall I have fome 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, Aap-ear'd knave: Come, Kate, sit down; I know, you have a stomach, Will you give thanks, sweet Kate, or else fhall I? What's this, mutton ?

į Ser. Yes.
Pet. Who brought it?
Ser. I.

Pet. 'Tis burnt, and so is all the meat:
Whar dogs are these is where is the rascal cook ;
How durit 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 ftage. You headless jolt-heads, and unmanner'd slaves ! What, do you grumble? I'll be with you straight.

Carb. 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 ourselves, ourselves are cholerick,
Than feed it with such over-roafted felh :
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.


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Enter Servants severally
Nath. Peter, didit ever see the like?
Peier. 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 se, poor soul,
Knows not which way to stand, to look, to speak,
And fits as one new-risen from a dream.
Away, away, for he is coming hither. {Exeunt.

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 hall not:
As with the meat, some undeserved fault
I'll find about the making of the bed.
And here I'll Aing 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, the shall watch all night:
And if the 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 headftrong humour.
He that knows better how to tame a shrew,
Now let him fpeak, 'tis charity to thew. [Exit;

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SCE N E, before Baptista's House.

Enter Tranio and Hortenfio. TS't posible, friend Licio, that Bianca (19)

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I tell you, Sir, the bears me fair in hand.

Hor. To satisfy you, Sir, in what I said,
Stand by, and mark the manner of his teaching,

[They fand bs.
Enter Bianca and Lucentio.
Luc. Now, miliress, profit you in what you read!
Bian. What, mafier, read your first, resolve me that.
Luc. I read that I profess, the art of love.
Bian. And may you prove, Sir, master of your art !
Luc. While you, sweet dear, prove miltress of my heart,

[They retire backwardo Hor. Quick proceeders! marry! now, tell me, I pray, you that durft swear that your mistress Bianca lov'd none in the world fo well as Lucentio.

(19) Ist possible, friend Licio, &c.] This scene Mr. Fope, upon what authority I can't pretend to gueis, has in his editions made the forft of the ffib act: In doing which, he has shewn the very power and force of criticism. The consequence of this judicious regulation is, that two unpardonable abturdities are fix'd upon the author, which he could not possibly have committed. For, in the first place, by this thufiling the scenes out of their true pofition, we find Hortenfo, in the fourth act, already gone from Baprifta's to Petrucbio's country. house; and afterwards in the beginning of the fifth act we find him first forming the resolution of quitting Bianca ; and Tranis immediately

informs us, he is gone to the Taming-Scbool to Petrucbis. There is a figure, indeed, in rhetorick, call’d, sepay arpótepov : But this is an abuse of it, which the rhetoricians will never adopt upon Mr. Pope's authority. Again, by this misplacing, the pedant makes b's first entrance, and quits the stage with Trario in order to go and dress himself like Vincentio, whom he was to personate: But his second entrance is upon the very heels of his exit; and without any interval of an act, or one word intervening, he comes out again equipp'd like Vincentio. If such a critick be fit to publish a stage writer, 1 mall not envy Mr. Pope's admirers, if they should think fit to applaud his sagacity. I have replac'd the scenes in that order, in which I found them in the old books.


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Tra. O despightful love, unconstant womankind !
I tell thee, Licio, this is wonderful.

Hor Mistake no more, I am not Licio,
Nor a mufician, as I seem to be ;
But one that forn to live in this disguise,
For such a one as leaves a gentleman,
And makes a God of such a cullion;
Know, Sir, that I am call'd Hortensio.

Tra. Sign or Hortenfio, I have often heard

entjie affection to Bianca;
And fince mine eyes are witness of her lightness,
I will with you, if you be fo contented,
Forfwear Bianca and her love for ever.

Hor. See how they kiss and court!—Signior Lucentio,
Here is my hand, and here I firmly vow
Never to wooe her more; but do forswear her,
As one unworthy all the former favours,
That I have fondly flatter'd her withal.

Tra. And here I take the like unfeigned oath,
Never to marry her, tho' the intreat.
Fy on her! see, how beastly she doch court him.

Hor. Would all the world, but he, had quite forsworn
For me, that I may surely keep mine oath, [her!
I will be married to a wealthy widow,
Ere three days pass, which has as long lov'd me,
As I have lov'd this proud disdainful haggard.
And 10 farewel, Signior Lucentio.
Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks,
Shall win my love : And so I take my leave,
In resolution as I swore before.

[Exit Hor.
Tra, Miltress Bianca, bless you
As longeth to a lover's blessed case:
Nay, I have ta’en you napping, gentle love,
And have forsworn you with Hortensio.

(Lucentio ana Bianca come forward.
Bian. Tranio, you jeit But have you both fortworn me?
Tra. Mittreis, we have.
Luc. Then we are rid cf Licio.

Tra. I faith, be'll have a lully widow now,
That shall be woo'd and wedded in a day,

with such grace,

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