ing the Are fhall warm myfelf; for, confidering the weather, a taller man than I will take cold: holla, họa, Curtis! Enter Curtis. Curt. Who is it that calls fo coldly? Gru. A piece of ice. If thou doubt it, thou may'ft flide from my fhoulder to my heel, with no greater a run but my head and my neck. A fire, good Curtis. Curt. Is my mafter and his wife coming, Grumio? Gru. Oh, ay, Curtis, ay; and therefore fire, fire; caft on no water. Curt. Is fhe fo hot a Shrew, as she's reported? 4 Gru. She was, good Curtis, before this froft; but thou know'ft, * winter tames man, woman, and beast; for it hath tam'd my old mafter, and my new mistress, and thyfelf, fellow Curtis. 5 Curt. Away, you three-inch'd fool; I am no beast. 6 Gru. Am I but three inches? why, my horn is a foot, and fo long am I at the leaft. But wilt thou make a fire, or fhall I complain on thee to our mis the sense of this alteration. " 5 Away, you three-inch'd foal;] i. e. with a fcull three inches thick, a phrafe taken from the thicker fort of planks. winter tames man, 4 Gru. woman, and beaft; for it hath tam'd my old master, and my ner miftrefs, and my felf, fellow Cur tis. Curt. Away, you three-inch'd fool; I am no beaft.] Why had Grumio called him one? to give his refentment any colour. We muft read as, without queftion, Shakespeare wrote, and THY felf, fellow Curtis. Why Grumio faid that winter had tamed Curtis was for his flownefs in fhewing Grumio to a good fire. Befides, all the joke confifts in WARBURTON. 6 Why thy born is a foot, and WARBURTON. trefs, whofe hand, fhe being now at hand, thou fhalt foon feel to thy cold comfort, for being flow in thy hot office. Curt. I pr'ythee, good Gremio, tell me, how goes the world? Gru. A cold world, Curtis, in every office but thine; and therefore, fire: do thy duty, and have 1 thy duty; for my mafter and miftrefs are almost frozen to death. Curt. There's fire ready; and therefore, good Grumio, the news. 7 Gru. Why, Jack boy, ho boy, and as much news as thou wilt. Curt. Come, you are fo full of conycatching. Gru. Why therefore, fire: for I have caught extream cold. Where's the cook? is fupper ready, the houfe trimm'd, rushes ftrew'd, cobwebs fwept, the fervingmen in their new fuftian, their white ftockings, and every officer his wedding garment on? be the Jacks fair within, the Jills fair without, carpets laid, and every thing in order? 8 Curt. All ready: and therefore, I pray thee, what news? Gru. First, know my horse is tired, my master and miftrefs fall'n out. Curt. How? Gru. Out of their faddles into the dirt; and thereby hangs a tale. 1 Curt. This is to feel a tale, not to hear a tale. Gru. And therefore 'tis call'd a fenfible tale: and this cuff was but to knock at your ear, and beseech liftning. Now I begin imprimis, we came down a foul hill, my mafter riding behind my mistress. Curt. Both on one horse? Gru. Tell thou the tale.But hadft thou not croft me, thou should'ft have heard how her horse fell, and she under her horfe: thou fhould'st have heard in how miry a place, how fhe was bemoil'd, how he left her with the horse upon her, how he beat me because her horfe ftumbled, how the waded through the dirt to pluck him off me; how he fwore, how fhe pray'd that never pray'd before; how I cry'd; how the horfes ran away; how her bridle was burft: how I loft my crupper; with many things of worthy memory, which now shall die in oblivion, and thou return unexperienc'd to thy grave. Curt. By this reckoning he is more fhrew than fhe. Gra. Ay, and that you and the proudest of you all fhall find when he comes home. But what talk I of this call forth Nathanael, Jofeph, Nicholas, Philip, Walter, Sugarfop, and the reft: let their heads be fleekly comb'd, their blue coats brush'd, and their garters of an indifferent knit; let them curt'fy with their left legs, and not prefume to touch a hair of my master's horfe tail, 'till they kifs their hands. Are they all ready? 9 Curt They are. Gru. Call them forth. Curt. Do you hear, ho? you must meet my mafter to countenance my mistress. 9 Garters of an indifferent that their Garters fhould be felknit.] What is the fenfe of this lows; indifferent, or not different, I know not, unless it means, one from the other. Gru. Gru. Why, the hath a face of her own. Curt. Who knows not that? Gru. Thou, it feems, that call'd for company to countenance her. Curt. I call them forth to credit her. Enter four or five Serving-men. Gru. Why, fhe comes to borrow nothing of them. 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? Nath. All things are ready; how near is our mafter? Gru. E'en at hand, alighted by this; and therefore be not- -cock's paffion, filence !I hear my master. SCENE II. Enter Petruchio and Kate. Pet. Where be thefe knaves? what, no man at door to hold my stirrup, nor to take my horfe? where is Nathanael, 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? Gru. Here, Sir, as foolish as I was before. Did not I bid thee meet me in the park, Gru. Gru. Nathanael's coat, Sir, was not fully made s Where is the life that late I led? -fit down, Kate Enter Servants with Supper. Why, when, I fay? nay, good sweet Kate, be merry. [Sings. Out, out, you rogue! you pluck my foot awry. [Strikes him. Be merry, Kate: fome water here; what hoa! Enter one with water. Where's my spaniel Troilus? firrah, get you hence, Cath. Patience, I pray you, 'twas a fault unwilling. |