| ACT IV SCENE I  | PETRUCHIO'S country house. |   | 
| [Enter GRUMIO] | 
| GRUMIO | Fie, fie on all tired jades, on all mad masters, and | 
 | all foul ways! Was ever man so beaten? was ever | 
 | man so rayed? was ever man so weary? I am sent | 
 | before to make a fire, and they are coming after to | 
 | warm them. Now, were not I a little pot and soon | 5 | 
 | hot, my very lips might freeze to my teeth, my | 
 | tongue to the roof of my mouth, my heart in my | 
 | belly, ere I should come by a fire to thaw me: but | 
 | I, with blowing the fire, shall warm myself; for, | 
 | considering the weather, a taller man than I will | 10 | 
 | take cold. Holla, ho! Curtis. | 
| [Enter CURTIS] | 
| CURTIS | Who is that calls so coldly? | 
| GRUMIO | A piece of ice: if thou doubt it, thou mayst slide | 
 | from my shoulder to my heel with no greater a run | 
 | but my head and my neck. A fire good Curtis. | 15 | 
| CURTIS | Is my master and his wife coming, Grumio? | 
| GRUMIO | O, ay, Curtis, ay: and therefore fire, fire; cast | 
 | on no water. | 
| CURTIS | Is she so hot a shrew as she's reported? | 
| GRUMIO | She was, good Curtis, before this frost: but, thou | 20 | 
 | knowest, winter tames man, woman and beast; for it | 
 | hath tamed my old master and my new mistress and | 
 | myself, fellow Curtis. | 
| CURTIS | Away, you three-inch fool! I am no beast. | 
| GRUMIO | Am I but three inches? why, thy horn is a foot; and | 25 | 
 | so long am I at the least. But wilt thou make a | 
 | fire, or shall I complain on thee to our mistress, | 
 | whose hand, she being now at hand, thou shalt soon | 
 | feel, to thy cold comfort, for being slow in thy hot office? | 
| CURTIS | I prithee, good Grumio, tell me, how goes the world? | 30 | 
| GRUMIO | A cold world, Curtis, in every office but thine; and | 
 | therefore fire: do thy duty, and have thy duty; for | 
 | my master and mistress are almost frozen to death. | 
| CURTIS | There's fire ready; and therefore, good Grumio, the news. | 
| GRUMIO | Why, 'Jack, boy! ho! boy!' and as much news as | 35 | 
 | will thaw. | 
| CURTIS | Come, you are so full of cony-catching! | 
| GRUMIO | Why, therefore fire; for I have caught extreme cold. | 
 | Where's the cook? is supper ready, the house | 
 | trimmed, rushes strewed, cobwebs swept; the | 40 | 
 | serving-men in their new fustian, their white | 
 | stockings, and every officer his wedding-garment on? | 
 | Be the jacks fair within, the jills fair without, | 
 | the carpets laid, and every thing in order? | 
| CURTIS | All ready; and therefore, I pray thee, news. | 45 | 
| GRUMIO | First, know, my horse is tired; my master and | 
 | mistress fallen out. | 
| CURTIS | How? | 
| GRUMIO | Out of their saddles into the dirt; and thereby | 
 | hangs a tale. | 50 | 
| CURTIS | Let's ha't, good Grumio. | 
| GRUMIO | Lend thine ear. | 
| CURTIS | Here. | 
| GRUMIO | There. | 
| [Strikes him] | 
| CURTIS | This is to feel a tale, not to hear a tale. | 55 | 
| GRUMIO | And therefore 'tis called a sensible tale: and this | 
 | cuff was but to knock at your ear, and beseech | 
 | listening. Now I begin: Imprimis, we came down a | 
 | foul hill, my master riding behind my mistress,-- | 
| CURTIS | Both of one horse? | 60 | 
| GRUMIO | What's that to thee? | 
| CURTIS | Why, a horse. | 
| GRUMIO | Tell thou the tale: but hadst thou not crossed me,
 
 
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 | thou shouldst have heard how her horse fell and she | 
 | under her horse; thou shouldst have heard in how | 65 | 
 | miry a place, how she was bemoiled, how he left her | 
 | with the horse upon her, how he beat me because | 
 | her horse stumbled, how she waded through the dirt | 
 | to pluck him off me, how he swore, how she prayed, | 
 | that never prayed before, how I cried, how the | 70 | 
 | horses ran away, how her bridle was burst, how I | 
 | lost my crupper, with many things of worthy memory, | 
 | which now shall die in oblivion and thou return | 
 | unexperienced to thy grave. | 
| CURTIS | By this reckoning he is more shrew than she. | 75 | 
| GRUMIO | Ay; and that thou and the proudest of you all shall | 
 | find when he comes home. But what talk I of this? | 
 | Call forth Nathaniel, Joseph, Nicholas, Philip, | 
 | Walter, Sugarsop and the rest: let their heads be | 
 | sleekly combed their blue coats brushed and their | 80 | 
 | garters of an indifferent knit: let them curtsy | 
 | with their left legs and not presume to touch a hair | 
 | of my master's horse-tail till they kiss their | 
 | hands. Are they all ready? | 
| CURTIS | They are. | 85 | 
| GRUMIO | Call them forth. | 
| CURTIS | Do you hear, ho? you must meet my master to | 
 | countenance my mistress. | 
| GRUMIO | Why, she hath a face of her own. | 
| CURTIS | Who knows not that? | 90 | 
| GRUMIO | Thou, it seems, that calls for company to | 
 | countenance her. | 
| CURTIS | I call them forth to credit her. | 
| GRUMIO | Why, she comes to borrow nothing of them. | 
| [Enter four or five Serving-men] | 
| NATHANIEL | Welcome home, Grumio! | 95 | 
| PHILIP | How now, Grumio! | 
| JOSEPH | What, Grumio! | 
| NICHOLAS | Fellow Grumio! | 
| NATHANIEL | How now, old lad? | 
| GRUMIO | Welcome, you;--how now, you;-- what, you;--fellow, | 100 | 
 | you;--and thus much for greeting. Now, my spruce | 
 | companions, is all ready, and all things neat? | 
| NATHANIEL | All things is ready. How near is our master? | 
| GRUMIO | E'en at hand, alighted by this; and therefore be | 
 | not--Cock's passion, silence! I hear my master. | 105 | 
| [Enter PETRUCHIO and KATHARINA] | 
| PETRUCHIO | Where be these knaves? What, no man at door | 
 | To hold my stirrup nor to take my horse! | 
 | Where is Nathaniel, Gregory, Philip? | 
| ALL SERVING-MEN | Here, here, sir; here, sir. | 
| PETRUCHIO | Here, sir! here, sir! here, sir! here, sir! | 110 | 
 | You logger-headed and unpolish'd grooms! | 
 | What, no attendance? no regard? no duty? | 
 | Where is the foolish knave I sent before? | 
| GRUMIO | Here, sir; as foolish as I was before. | 
| PETRUCHIO | You peasant swain! you whoreson malt-horse drudge! | 115 | 
 | Did I not bid thee meet me in the park, | 
 | And bring along these rascal knaves with thee? | 
| GRUMIO | 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, | 120 | 
 | 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. | 
| PETRUCHIO | Go, rascals, go, and fetch my supper in. | 125 | 
[Exeunt Servants] | 
[Singing] | 
 | Where is the life that late I led-- | 
 | Where are those--Sit down, Kate, and welcome.-- | 
 | Sound, sound, sound, sound! | 
[Re-enter Servants with supper] | 
 | Why, when, I say? Nay, good sweet Kate, be merry. | 
 | Off with my boots, you rogues! you villains, when? | 130 | 
[Sings] | 
 | It was the friar of orders grey, | 
 | As he forth walked on his way:-- | 
 | Out, you rogue! you pluck my foot awry: | 
 | Take that, and mend the plucking off the other. | 
[Strikes him] | 
 | Be merry, Kate. Some water, here; what, ho! | 135 | 
 | 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? | 
[Enter one with water] | 
 | Come, Kate, and wash, and welcome heartily. | 140 | 
 | You whoreson villain! will you let it fall? | 
| [Strikes him] | 
| KATHARINA | Patience, I pray you; 'twas a fault unwilling. | 
| PETRUCHIO | A whoreson beetle-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? | 145 | 
 | What's this? mutton? | 
| First Servant | Ay. | 
| PETRUCHIO | Who brought it? | 
| PETER | I. | 
| PETRUCHIO | 'Tis burnt; and so is all the meat. | 150 | 
 | 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? | 
 | Theretake it to you, trenchers, cups, and all; | 
[Throws the meat, &c. about the stage] | 
 | You heedless joltheads and unmanner'd slaves! | 155 | 
 | What, do you grumble? I'll be with you straight. | 
| KATHARINA | I pray you, husband, be not so disquiet: | 
 | The meat was well, if you were so contented. | 
| PETRUCHIO | I tell thee, Kate, 'twas burnt and dried away; | 
 | And I expressly am forbid to touch it, | 160 | 
 | For it engenders choler, planteth anger; | 
 | And better 'twere that both of us did fast, | 
 | Since, of ourselves, ourselves are choleric, | 
 | Than feed it with such over-roasted flesh. | 
 | Be patient; to-morrow 't shall be mended, | 165 | 
 | And, for this night, we'll fast for company: | 
 | Come, I will bring thee to thy bridal chamber. | 
| [Exeunt] | 
| [Re-enter Servants severally] | 
| NATHANIEL | Peter, didst ever see the like? | 
| PETER | He kills her in her own humour. | 
| [Re-enter CURTIS] | 
| GRUMIO | Where is he? | 170 | 
| CURTIS | 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. | 175 | 
| [Exeunt] | 
| [Re-enter PETRUCHIO] | 
| PETRUCHIO | Thus have I politicly 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-gorged, | 
 | For then she never looks upon her lure. | 180 | 
 | 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 bate and beat and will not be obedient. | 
 | She eat no meat to-day, nor none shall eat; | 185 | 
 | Last night she slept not, nor to-night she 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, another way the sheets: | 190 | 
 | Ay, and amid this hurly I intend | 
 | 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. | 195 | 
 | 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 show. | 
| [Exit] |