Act+IV+Scene+1

SCENE I. PETRUCHIO'S country house.
> //Enter GRUMIO// **GRUMIO** > Why would he do this to a friend? Was a friend ever beaten as badly as I was? Was a man ever punished as I was punished? Was a man ever so tired? I was sent by them to make a fire, and they are coming after to warm themselves. it's a good thing I'm a little pot and soon hot, otherwise my lips might freeze to my teeth, my tongue to the roof of my mouth, my heart in my belly, so 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, Curtis. > //CURTIS enters// **CURTIS** > Who is that, who calls me so rudley? **GRUMIO** > An uncaring friend : if you doubt it, you may slide > from my shoulder to my heel with no greater a run > but my head and my neck. Light the fire Curtis. **CURTIS** > > is petruchio and kate coming, Grumio? **GRUMIO** > Yes Curtis, so hurry up and start the fire! > **CURTIS** > Is she as bad of a shrew as everyone says she is? **GRUMIO** > She was, good Curtis, before this frost: but, you > know, winter tames man, woman and beast; it > has tamed my old master and my new mistress and even > myself, fellow Curtis. > **CURTIS** >> Who are you calling a beast?, your barely three-inches. go away! > **GRUMIO** >> Three inches? really? your horn in a foot long, and >> I am at least that tall. But are you going to make a fire or would you rather me continue to complain about your mistress. >> whose hand, she being now at hand, you shall soon >> feel cold comfort, for being slow in my hot office? > **CURTIS** >> Hey Grumio, so tell me whats going on in the world? > **GRUMIO** >> A cold world, Curtis, in every office but yours; and >> therefore fire: do thy duty, and have thy duty; for >> my master and mistress are almost frozen to death. > **CURTIS** >> The fire is 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** >> Everything is ready. What has happened? > **GRUMIO** >> First, my horse is tired. Second, my master and >> mistress fell out. > **CURTIS** >> How? > **GRUMIO** >> Out of their saddles into the dirt; and there by >> hangs a tale. > **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. > **GRUMIO** >> And therefore 'its called a sensible tale: and this >> cuff was but to knock at your ear, and beseech >> listening. Now I begin: first of all, we came down a >> foul hill, my master riding behind my mistress,-- > **CURTIS** >> Both on one horse? > **GRUMIO** >> What's it to you? > **CURTIS** >> Why, a horse. > **GRUMIO** >> Tell though the tale: but if you hadn't crossed me, >> you should have heard how her horse fell and she >> under her horse; you should have heard in how >> miry a place, how she was be moiled, 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 his actions he is more of a shrew than she. > **GRUMIO** >> Ay; and that though 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 for them now. > **CURTIS** >> Do you hear, ho? you must meet my master to >> countenance my mistress. > **GRUMIO** >> Why, she has a face of her own. > **CURTIS** >> Who knows that? > **GRUMIO** >> You, it seems, that calls for company >> to countenance her. > **CURTIS** >> Call them forth to credit her. > **GRUMIO** >> Why, she comes to borrow nothing of them. >> //four or five Serving-men Enter// > **NATHANIEL** >> Welcome home, Grumio! > **PHILIP** >> How are you, Grumio? > **JOSEPH** >> What, Grumio is home! > **NICHOLAS** >> Fellow Grumio! > **NATHANIEL** >> How are you, 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 are ready. How close is our master? > **GRUMIO** >> E'en at hand, alighted by this; and therefore be >> not--Cock's passion, silence! I hear my master. //PETRUCHIO and KATHARINA Enter// > **PETRUCHIO** >> Where are my servants? What, no man at the door >> To hold my stirrup nor to take my horse! >> Where is Nathaniel, Gregory, Philip? >> ALL my servants Here, here, sir; here, sir. > **PETRUCHIO** >> Here, sir! here, sir! here, sir! here, sir! >> You logger-headed and unpolish'd grooms! >> What, no attendance? no regard? no duty? >> Where is the foolish servant I sent before? > **GRUMIO** >> Here, sir; as foolish as I was before. > **PETRUCHIO** >> You peasant swain! you whoreson malt-horse drudge! >> Did I not tell you to meet me in the park, >> And bring along these rapscallion servant with thee? > **GRUMIO** >> Nathaniel's coat was not fully made, sir >> And Gabriel's pumps were all unpink'd I' the 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 like an old, ragged bum; >> Yet, as they are, here are they come to meet you. > **PETRUCHIO** >> Go, rascals, go, and fetch my supper. >> //Servants Exit.// >> //Singing// >> Where is the life that late I led-- >> Where are those--Sit down, Kate, and welcome.-- >> Sound, sound, sound, sound! >> //Servants re-enter with supper// >> Why, when, I say? No, good sweet Kate, be happy. >> Off with my boots, you rogues! you villains, when? >> //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 happy, Kate. Here, have some water; what, hey! >> Where's my spaniel Troilus? Sirrah, get you hence, >> And bid my cousin Ferdinand come hither: >> you must kiss, and be acquainted with one. >> Where are my slippers? Shall I have some water? >> //Servant enters with water// >> Come, Kate, and wash, and welcome heartily. >> You son-of-a-bitch! will you let it fall? >> //Strikes him// > **KATHARINA** >> Please, be patient; it was unintentional. > **PETRUCHIO** >> A whoreson beetle-headed, flap-ear'd lowlife! >> Come, Kate, sit down; I know you are hungry >> Will you give thanks, sweet Kate; or shall I? >> What's this? mutton? > **First Servant** >> Yes sir. > **PETRUCHIO** >> Who brought it? > **PETER** >> Me. > **PETRUCHIO** >> It is burnt; and so is all the meat. >> What dogs are these! Where is the rascal cook? >> How dare you, villains, bring it from the dresser, >> And serve it to me without any love? >> There, take it to you, trenchers, cups, and all; >> //Throws the meat, & see about the stage// >> You heedless joltheads and unmannered slaves! >> What, do you grumble? I'll be with you. > > **KATHARINA** >> Please, husband, don't be so angry: >> The meat was good, if you were so contented. > **PETRUCHIO** >> I'm telling you, Kate, it was burnt and dried away; >> And I expressly am forbid to touch it, >> For it engenders choler, plants anger; >> And better that both of us did fast, >> Since, of ourselves, ourselves are choleric, >> Than feed it with such over-roasted flesh. >> Be patient; tomorrow it shall be mended, >> And, for tonight, we'll fast for company: >> Come, I will bring thee to thy bridal chamber. >> //Exit// >> //Several servants re-enter// > **NATHANIEL** >> Peter, did not ever see the like? > **PETER** >> He kills her with her own humour. >> //CURTIS re-enters// > **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 here. >> //Exeunt// >> //Re-enter PETRUCHIO// > **PETRUCHIO** >> Thus I have politicly begun my reign, >> And I 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. >> 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 has eaten no meat today, nor shall she; >> Last night she did not sleep, nor shall she tonight; >> 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: >> 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 noise, I'll keep her awake. >> This is a way to kill a wife with kindness; >> And so I'll curb her mad and headstrong humour. >> He that knows better how to tame a shrew, >> Now let him speak: 'it's charity to show. >> //Exit HI//