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] |