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The Taming of the Shrew

Act IV, Scene 1

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 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 take cold. Holla, ho! 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.
 
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 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 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?
 
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 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 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.
 
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.
 
CURTIS
Let's have it, good Grumio.
 
GRUMIO
Lend thine ear.
 
CURTIS
Here.
 
GRUMIO
There.
 
[Strikes him]
 
CURTIS
This is to feel a tale, not to hear a tale.
 
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?
 
GRUMIO
What's that to thee?
 
CURTIS
Why, a horse.
 
GRUMIO
Tell thou the tale: but hadst thou not crossed me, thou shouldst have heard how her horse fell and she under her horse; thou shouldst have heard in how 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 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.
 
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 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.
 
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?
 
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!
 
PHILIP
How now, Grumio!
 
JOSEPH
What, Grumio!
 
NICHOLAS
Fellow Grumio!
 
NATHANIEL
How now, old lad?
 
GRUMIO
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?
 
NATHANIEL
All things is ready. How near is our master?
 
GRUMIO
Eene at hand, alighted by this; and therefore be not--Cock's passion, silence! I hear my master.
 
[Enter PETRUCHIO and KATHERINE]
 
PETRUCHIO
             ,            ,       ,        ,        __
      Where be | these knaves?| What no | man at | door
           ,         ,       ,         ,         ,
      To hold | my stir|rup nor | to take | my horse?
        ,            ,        ,     ,    ,
      Where is | Nathan|iel, Gre|gory,| Philip?
 
ALL SERVING-MEN
Here, here sir; here sir.
 
PETRUCHIO
        ,          ,          ,          ,        oo
      Here sir,| here sir,| here sir,| here sir,|
           ,       ,             , ,           ,
5     You log|ger-hea|ded and / unpol|ished grooms:
        ,     2    ,          ,      ,         ,
      What? No at|tendance?| No re|gard? No | duty?
        ,             ,         ,         ,        ,
      Where is | the foo|lish knave | I sent | before?
 
GRUMIO
        ,            ,        ,      ,        ,
      Here sir;| as foo|lish as | I was | before.
 
PETRUCHIO
           ,         ,           ,         ,            ,
      You pea|sant swain,| you whore|son malt-|horse^drudge,
          ,        ,           ,        ,         ,
10    Did I | not bid | thee meet | me in | the park,
            ,        ,           ,         ,            ,
      And bring | along | these ras|cal knaves | with thee?
 
GRUMIO
          ,          ,               ,   ,       ,
      Nathan|iel's coat | sir was / not ful|ly made,
           ,    2      ,           ,         ,       2      ,
      And Gab|riel's pumps | were all | unpinked | in the heel;
             ,         ,        ,      ,        ,
      There was | no link | to co|lor Pe|ter's hat,
           ,         ,     2     ,      ,           ,
15    And Wal|ter's dag|ger was not | come from | sheathing:
           2       ,      ,          ,       ,           ,
      There were none | fine, but | Adam,| Ralph, and | Gregory;
            ,          ,        ,         ,      ,
      The rest | were rag|ged, old,| and beg|garly;
           ,         ,      ,     2         ,         ,
      Yet as | they are,| here are they | come to | meet you.
 
PETRUCHIO
      __    ,         ,          ,         ,    2
      Go | rascals,| go, and | fetch my | supper in.
 
[Singing]
        ,              ,           ,       ,
20    Where is | the life | that late | I led?
        ,           ,           __     __
      Where are | those? Sit | down | Kate,
           ,           ,        T      T      T
      And wel|come.  Sound, | sound, sound, sound.
 
[Re-enter Servants with supper]
       ,      2     ,    ,                   ,        ,
      Why when I | say? Nay / good sweet | Kate be | merry.
       ,              ,            ,          ,           ,
      Off with | my boots,| you rogues:| you vil|lains, when?
 
[Sings]
          ,          ,   2    ,        ,
25    It was | the fri|ar of or|ders grey,
          ,           ,      ,        ,
      As he | forth walk|ed on | his way.
       ,          ,            ,          ,      ,
      Out you | rogue, you | pluck my | foot aw|ry:
               ,           ,          ,         ,        ,
      Take | that, and | mend the | plucking | off the | other.
 
[Strikes him]
          ,       ,          ,       ,          ,
      Be mer|ry Kate:| Some wa|ter here:| what ho.
        ,            ,         ,        ,          2      ,
30    Where's my | spaniel | Troilus?| Sirrah,| get you hence,
           ,        ,       ,    x            ,
      And bid | my cou|sin Fer|dinand come*| hither:
            ,          ,           ,     ,    2     ,     2
      One Kate | that you | must kiss,| and be ac|quainted with.
        ,      2       ,          ,         ,          ,
      Where are my | slippers?| Shall I | have some | water?
             ,          ,         ,         ,     ,
      Come Kate | and wash,| and wel|come hear|tily.
            ,        ,          ,         ,         ,
35    You whore|son vil|lain, will | you let | it fall?
 
[Strikes him]
 
KATHERINE
       ,             ,     ,        2      ,       ,
      Patience,| I pray | you; 'twas a | fault un|willing.
 
PETRUCHIO
          ,        ,       ,         ,           ,
      A whore|son bee|tle-hea|ded, flap-|eared knave:
             ,          ,        ,     ,      2     ,
      Come Kate | sit down;| I know | you have a | stomach,
            ,            ,             ,         ,          ,
      Will you | give thanks,| sweet Kate,| or else | shall I?
         T     T    T
40    What's this? Mut|ton?
 
FIRST SERVANT
                             ,
                            Aye.
 
PETRUCHIO
                                        ,
                                 Who brought | it?
 
PETER
                                                   ,
                                                   I.
 
PETRUCHIO
             ,          ,       ,          ,    oo
      'Tis burnt;| and so | is all | the meat.|
             ,          ,       ,             ,        ,
      What dogs | are these?| Where is | the ras|cal cook?
            ,          ,             x       ,          ,
      How durst | you vil|lains bring it | from the | dresser,
            ,          ,        ,          ,        ,
      And serve | it thus | to me | that love | it not?
              ,        ,          ,           ,         ,
45    There take | it to | you, tren|chers, cups,| and all;
 
[Throws the meat, etc. about the stage]
            ,         ,    ,            ,           ,
      You heed|less jolt|heads and | unman|nered slaves.
        ,              ,         ,         ,           ,
      What, do | you grum|ble? I'll | be with | you straight.
 
KATHERINE
          ,         ,        ,    ,    2     ,
      I pray | you hus|band be | not so dis|quiet:
            ,          ,     ,    2        ,      ,
      The meat | was well,| if you were | so con|tented.
 
PETRUCHIO
          ,           ,            ,           ,       ,
50    I tell | thee Kate,| 'twas burnt | and dried | away;
          ,       ,       ,       ,            x
      And I | express|ly am | forbid | to touch it,
       ,    2    ,         ,         ,         ,
      For it en|genders | choler,| planteth | anger;
           ,         ,            ,        ,         ,
      And bet|ter 'twere | that both | of us | did fast,
             ,         ,           ,          ,      ,
      Since of | ourselves,| ourselves | are cho|leric,
             ,                ,  ,       ,        ,
55    Than feed | it with / such o|ver-roas|ted flesh.
          ,   ,        ,    2       ,         ,
      Be pa|tient, to|morrow it | shall be | mended,
                  ,    ,             ,         ,     ,
      And for / this night,| we'll fast | for com|pany:
        ,              ,       ,    2       ,         ,
      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?
 
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.
 
[Exeunt]
 
[Re-enter PETRUCHIO]
 
PETRUCHIO
        ,         ,     ,  2        ,         ,
      Thus have | I po|liticly | begun | my reign,
            ,         ,        ,         ,      ,
60    And 'tis | my hope | to end | success|fully.
          ,       ,         ,          ,        ,      o
      My fal|con now | is sharp | and pas|sing emp|ty;
            ,     T    T    T          ,     T   T     T
      And till | she stoop she | must not | be full-gorged, (hex with prev)
            ,         ,       ,       ,          ,
      For then | she ne|ver looks | upon | her lure.
        ,       ,        ,        ,        ,       2->
      Ano|ther way | I have | to man | my hag||gard,
           ,          ,          ,          ,         ,
65    To make | her come | and know | her keep|er's call,
            ,        ,           ,        ,             ,
      That is,| to watch | her, as | we watch | these kites
             ,          ,       2      ,        ,     ,
      That bate | and beat | and will not | be obe|dient.
           ,         ,       ,          ,           ,
      She eat | no meat | today,| nor none | shall eat;
             ,           ,      ,             ,           ,          ->
      Last night | she slept | not, nor | tonight | she shall || not;
       ,       2      ,          ,    ,        ,
70    As | with the meat,| some un|deser|ved fault
             ,       ,         ,       ,        ,
      I'll find | about | the ma|king of | the bed;
            ,           ,          ,         ,          ,       ->
      And here | I'll fling | the pil|low, there | the bol||ster,
        ,       2     ,    3   3  ,       ,           ,
      This | way the cov|erlet, ano|ther way | the sheets:
       ,           ,          ,     ,       ,
      Aye, and | amid | this hur|ly I | intend
            ,         ,        ,    2     ,        ,
75    That all | is done | in rev|erend care | of her;
           ,       ,        ,            ,           ,
      And in | conclu|sion she | shall watch | all night:
           ,          ,         ,           ,          ,
      And if | she chance | to nod | I'll rail | and brawl
            ,         ,        ,          ,        ,
      And with | the cla|mor keep | her still | awake.
        ,    2     ,         ,        ,           ,
      This is a | way to | kill a | wife with | kindness;
            ,           ,         ,          ,          ,     ->
80    And thus | I'll curb | her mad | and head|strong hum||or.
       ,       2       ,       ,         ,        ,
      He | that knows bet|ter how | to tame | a shrew,
           ,          ,           ,     ,        ,
      Now let | him speak:| 'tis cha|rity | to show.
 
[Exit]

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