Sufficeth, I am come to keep my word, But, where is Kate? I stay too long from her: Tra. See not your bride in these unreverent robes. Pet. Not I, believe me: thus I'll visit her. Bap. But thus, I trust, you will not marry her. Pet. Good sooth, even thus; therefore have done with words: To me she's married, not unto my clothes. Could I repair what she will wear in me, As I can change these poor accoutrements, 'T were well for Kate, and better for myself. But what a fool am I to chat with you, When I should bid good-morrow to my bride, And seal the title with a lovely kiss? [Exeunt PETRUCHIO, GRUMIO, and BIONDEllo. Tra. He hath some meaning in his mad attire. We will persuade him, be it possible, To put on better ere he go to church. Bap. I'll after him, and see the event of this. [Exit. Tra. But, Sir, to love concerneth us to add I am to get a man, whate'er he be, It skills not much, we 'll fit him to our turn, Luc. Were it not that my fellow schoolmaster 'T were good, methinks, to steal our marriage; Which once perform'd, let all the world say no, Tra. That by degrees we mean to look into, Re-enter GREMIO. Signior Gremio, came you from the church? Should ask if Katharine should be his wife, "Ay, by gogs-wouns," quoth he; and swore so loud, This mad-brain'd bridegroom took him such a cuff, Tra. What said the wench when he arose again? Gre. Trembled and shook; for why, he stamp'd, and swore, As if the vicar ineant to cozen him. But after many ceremonies done, He calls for wine: "A health!" quoth he; as if He had been aboard, carousing to his mates After a storm: quaff'd off the muscadel, And threw the sops all in the sexton's face; But that his beard grew thin and hungerly, And seem'd to ask him sops as he was drinking. This done, he took the bride about the neck, And I, seeing this, came thence for very shame; Hark, hark! I hear the minstrels play. [Music. Enter PETRUCHIO, KATHARINA, BIANCA, BAPTISTA, HOR TENSIO, GRUMIO, and Train. Pet. Gentlemen and friends, I thank you for your pains. I know, you think to dine with me to-day, And have prepar'd great store of wedding cheer; Bap. Is 't possible you will away to-night? To this most patient, sweet, and virtuous wife: For I must hence; and farewell to you all. Pet. I am content you shall entreat me stay, But yet not stay, entreat me how you can. Kath. Now, if you love me, stay. Pet. Grumio, my horse! Gru. Ay, Sir, they be ready: the oats have eaten the horses. Kath. Nay, then, Do what thou canst, I will not go to-day; Pet. O, Kate! content thee: pr'ythee, be not angry. Gre. Ay, marry, Sir, now it begins to work. I see, a woman may be made a fool, If she had not a spirit to resist. Pet. They shall go forward, Kate, at thy command. Nay, look not big, nor stamp, nor stare, nor fret; She is my goods, my chattels; she is my house, My horse, my ox, my ass, my any thing; Draw forth thy weapon; we 're beset with thieves: Fear not, sweet wench; they shall not touch thee, Kate: -- [Exeunt PETRUCHIO, KATHARINE, and GRUMIO. Bap. Nay, let them go, a couple of quiet ones. Gre. Went they not quickly, I should die with laughing. Luc. Mistress, what's your opinion of your sister? Bap. Neighbours and friends, though bride and bridegroom wants For to supply the places at the table, You know, there wants no junkets at the feast. Tra. Shall sweet Bianca practise how to bride it? Come, gentlemen; let's go. ACT IV. SCENE I. [Exeunt. A Hall in PETRUCHIO'S Country House. Enter GRUMIO. Gru. 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, hoa! Curtis! Enter CURTIS. Curt. Who is that, calls so coldly? Gru. A piece of ice: if thou doubt it, thou may'st slide from my shoulder to my heel, with no greater a run but my head and my neck. A fire, good Curtis. Curt. Is my master and his wife coming, Grumio? Gru. O! ay, Curtis, ay; and therefore fire, fire: cast on no water. Curt. Is she so hot a shrew as she 's reported? Gru. She was, good Curtis, before this frost; but, thou know'st, winter tames man, woman, and beast, for it hath |