Jof. 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 fpruce companions, is all ready, and all things neat? Nat. All things are ready: how near is our mafter? Gru. E'en at hand, alighted by this; and therefore be cock's paffion, filence!- -I hear my master.

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Enter Petruchio and Kate.

Pet. Where be thefe knaves? what, no man at door to hold my ftirrup, nor to take my horfe? 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 fent before?

[drudge,

Gru. Here, Sir, as foolish as I was before. Pet. You peafant fwain, you whorefon, malt-horse 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 fheathing:
There were none fine, but Adam, Ralph, and Gregory,
The reft were ragged, old and beggarly,

Yet as they are, here are they come to meet you.
Pet. Go, rafcals, go, and fetch my fupper in.

Where is the life that late I led ?

[Exeunt Servants. [Singing.

Where are thofe-fit down, Kate,
And welcome. Soud, feud, foud, foud.

Enter Servants with Supper.

Why, when, I fay? nay, good fweet Kate, be merry, Off with my boots, you rogue: you villains, when?

It was the friar of orders grey,

As he forth walked on his way.

[Sings.

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 fpaniel Troilus? firrah, get you hence,
And bid my coufin Ferdinand come hither:

One, Kate, that you must kifs, and be acquainted with.
Where are my flippers? fhall I have fome water?
Come, Kate, and wash, and welcome heartily:
You whorefon villain, will you let it fall?

Cath. Patience, I pray you, 'twas a fault unwilling. Pet. A whorefon, beatle-headed, flap-ear'd knave: Come, Kate, fit down; I know, you have a ftomach. Will you give thanks, fweet Kate, or elfe fhall I What's this, mutton?

1 Ser. Yes.

Pet. Who brought it?

Ser. I.

Pet. 'Tis burnt, and fo is all the meat:
What dogs are thefe where is the rafcal cook
How durft you, villains, bring it from the dreffer,
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 flage.
You headless jolt-heads, and unmanner'd slaves !
What, do you grumble? I'll be with you ftraight.
Cath. I pray you, husband, be not fo difquiet;
The meat was well, if you were fo contented.
Pet. I tell thee, Kate, 'twas burnt and dry'd away,
And I exprefly am forbid to touch it:
For it engenders choler, planteth anger;
And better 'twere, that both of us did fast,
Since, of ourfelves, ou felves are cholerick,
Than feed it with fuch over-roafted 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

Enter Servants Severally.

Nath. Peter, didft ever fee the like?
Peter. He kills her in her own humour.
Gru. Where is he?

Enter Curtis, a Servant.

Curt. In her chamber, making a fermon of continency to her,

And rails and fwears, and rates; that fhe, poor foul,
Knows not which way to ftand, to look, to speak,
And fits as one new-rifen from a dream.

Away, away, for he is coming hither.

Enter Petruchio.

Pet. Thus have I politickly begun my reign,
And 'tis my hope to end fuccessfully:
My faulcon now is fharp, and paffing empty,
And till fhe ftoop, fhe muft 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.
Laft night she slept not, nor to-night shall not:
As with the meat, fome undeferved fault
I'll find about the making of the bed.

[Exeunt.

And here I'll fling the pillow, there the bolter,
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 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 headstrong humour.
He that knows better how to tame a fhrew,
Now let him speak, 'tis charity to fhew.

[Exit:

SCENE

SCENE, before Baptifta's Houfe.

Enter Tranio and Hortenfio.

I both friend

'S't poffible, friend Licio, that Bianca (19)

I tell you, Sir, the bears me fair in hand.
Hor. To fatisfy you, Sir, in what I faid,
Stand by, and mark the manner of his teaching.
[They fland by.

Enter Bianca and Lucentio.

Luc. Now, mittrefs, profit you in what you read? Bian. What, mafier, read you? first, resolve me that. Luc. I read that I profefs, the art of love. Bian. And may you prove, Sir, master of your art! Luc. While you, fweet dear, prove mistress of my heart, [They retire backward. Hor. Quick proceeders! marry! now, tell me, I pray, you that durft fwear that your mifirefs Bianca lov'd none in the world fo well as Lucentio.

(19) Ist poffible, friend Licio, &c.] This fcene Mr. Fope, upon what authority I can't pretend to gueis, has in his editions made the firft of the fiftb act: In doing which, he has fhewn the very power and force of criticifm. The confequence of this judicious regulation is, that two unpardonable abfurdities are fix'd upon the author, which he could not poffibly have committed. For, in the first place, by this fhuffling the fcenes out of their true pofition, we find Hortenfis, in the fourth act, already gone from Baptifta's to Petruchio's country houfe; and afterwards in the beginning of the fifth act we find him firft forming the refolution of quitting Bianca; and Tranis immediately informs us, he is gone to the Taming-School to Petruchia. There is a figure, indeed, in rhetorick, call'd, "ürepov mpórepov : But this is an abuse of it, which the rhetoricians will never adopt upon Mr. Pope's authority. Again, by this mifplacing, the pedant makes ha firft entrance, and quits the ftage with Tranio in order to go and drefs himself like Vincentio, whom he was to perfonate: But his fecond 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 fuch a critick be fit to publish a stage writer, I fhall not envy Mr. Pope's admirers, if they fhould think fit to applaud his fagacity. I have replac'd the fcenes in that order, in which I found them in the old books.

Tra

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

Hor Miltake no more, I am not Licio,
Nor a musician, as I feem to be;
But one that forn to live in this difguife,
For fuch a one as leaves a gentleman,
And makes a God of fuch a cullion;
Know, Sir, that I am call'd Hortenfio.
Tra. Signor Hortenfio, I have often heard
Of your entire 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 kifs and court!-Signior Lucentio, Here is my hand, and here I firmly vow

Never to wooe her more; but do forfwear 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' fhe intreat.

Fy on her! fee, how beatly fhe doth court him.

Hor. Would all the world, but he, had quite forfworn For me, that I may furely keep mine oath,

I will be married to a wealthy widow,

Ere three days pafs, which has as long lov'd me,
As I have lov'd this proud difdainful haggard.
And to farewel, Signior Lucentio.

Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks,
Shall win my love: And fo I take my leave,
In refolution as I fwore before.

[her!

[Exit Hor.

Tra. Miltress Bianca, bless you with fuch grace,

As longeth to a lover's bleffed cafe:

Nay, I have ta'en you napping, gentle love,

And have forfworn you with Hortenfio.

[Lucentio and Bianca come forward.

Bian. Tranio, you jett But have you both forfworn me?

Tra. Mitreis, we have.

Luc. Then we are rid cf Licio.

Tra. I faith, he'll have a lufty widow now,

That shall be woo'd and wedded in a day.