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  • Title: The Taming of the Shrew (Folio, 1623)
  • Editor: Erin Kelly

    • ISBN: 978-1-55058-468-4

    Copyright Internet Shakespeare Editions. This text may be freely used for educational, non-proift purposes; for all other uses contact the Coordinating Editor.
    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: Erin Kelly
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    The Taming of the Shrew (Folio, 1623)

    The Taming of the Shrew. 221
    greater a run but my head and my necke. A fire good
    1655Curtis.
    Cur. Is my master and his wife comming Grumio?
    Gru. Oh I Curtis I, and therefore fire, fire, cast on no
    water.
    Cur. Is she so hot a shrew as she's reported.
    1660Gru. She was good Curtis before this frost: but thou
    know'st winter tames man, woman, and beast: for it
    hath tam'd my old master, and my new mistris, and my
    selfe fellow Curtis.
    Gru. Away you three inch foole, I am no beast.
    1665Gru. Am I but three inches? Why thy horne is a foot
    and so long am I at the least. But wilt thou make a fire,
    or shall I complaine on thee to our mistris, whose hand
    (she being now at hand) thou shalt soone feele, to thy
    cold comfort, for being slow in thy hot office.
    1670Cur. I prethee good Grumio, tell me, how goes the
    world?
    Gru. A cold world Curtis in euery office but thine, &
    therefore fire: do thy duty, and haue thy dutie, for my
    Master and mistris are almost frozen to death.
    1675Cur. There's fire readie, and therefore good Grumio
    the newes.
    Gru. Why Iacke boy, ho boy, and as much newes as
    wilt thou.
    Cur. Come, you are so full of conicatching.
    1680Gru. Why therefore fire, for I haue caught extreme
    cold. Where's the Cooke, is supper ready, the house
    trim'd, rushes strew'd, cobwebs swept, the seruingmen
    in their new fustian, the white stockings, and euery offi-
    cer his wedding garment on? Be the Iackes faire with-
    1685in, the Gils faire without, the Carpets laide, and euerie
    thing in order?
    Cur. All readie: and therefore I pray thee newes.
    Gru. First know my horse is tired, my master & mi-
    stris falne out. Cur. How?
    1690Gru. Out of their saddles into the durt, and thereby
    hangs a tale.
    Cur. Let's ha't good Grumio.
    Gru. Lend thine eare.
    Cur. Heere.
    1695Gru. There.
    Cur. This 'tis to feele a tale, not to heare a tale.
    Gru. And therefore 'tis cal'd a sensible tale: and this
    Cuffe was but to knocke at your eare, and beseech list-
    ning: now I begin, Inprimis wee came downe a fowle
    1700hill, my Master riding behinde my Mistris.
    Cur. Both of one horse?
    Gru. What's that to thee?
    Cur. Why a horse.
    Gru. Tell thou the tale: but hadst thou not crost me,
    1705thou shouldst haue heard how her horse fel, and she vn-
    der her horse: thou shouldst haue heard in how miery a
    place, how she was bemoil'd, how hee left her with the
    horse vpon her, how he beat me because her horse stum-
    bled, how she waded through the durt to plucke him off
    1710me: how he swore, how she prai'd, that neuer prai'd be-
    fore: how I cried, how the horses ranne away, how her
    bridle was burst: how I lost my crupper, with manie
    things of worthy memorie, which now shall die in obli-
    uion, and thou returne vnexperienc'd to thy graue.
    1715Cur. By this reckning he is more shrew than she.
    Gru. I, and that thou and the proudest of you all shall
    finde when he comes home. But what talke I of this?
    Call forth Nathaniel, Ioseph, Nicholas, Phillip, Walter, Su-
    gersop and the rest: let their heads bee slickely comb'd,
    1720their blew coats brush'd, and their garters of an indiffe-
    rent knit, let them curtsie with their left legges, and not
    presume to touch a haire of my Masters horse-taile, till
    they kisse their hands. Are they all readie?
    Cur. They are.
    1725Gru. Call them forth.
    Cur. Do you heare ho? you must meete my maister
    to countenance my mistris.
    Gru. Why she hath a face of her owne.
    Cur. Who knowes not that?
    1730Gru. Thou it seemes, that cals for company to coun-
    tenance her.
    Cur. I call them forth to credit her.
    Enter foure or fiue seruingmen.
    Gru. Why she comes to borrow nothing of them.
    1735Nat. Welcome home Grumio.
    Phil. How now Grumio.
    Ios. What Grumio.
    Nick. Fellow Grumio.
    Nat. How now old lad.
    1740Gru. Welcome you: how now you: what you: fel-
    low you: and thus much for greeting. Now my spruce
    companions, is all readie, and all things neate?
    Nat. All things is readie, how neere is our master?
    Gre. E'ne at hand, alighted by this: and therefore be
    1745not--- Cockes passion, silence, I heare my master.

    Enter Petruchio and Kate.
    Pet. Where be these knaues? What no man at doore
    To hold my stirrop, nor to take my horse?
    Where is Nathaniel, Gregory, Phillip.
    1750All ser. Heere, heere sir, heere sir.
    Pet. Heere sir, heere sir, heere sir, heere sir.
    You logger-headed and vnpollisht groomes:
    What? no attendance? no regard? no dutie?
    Where is the foolish knaue I sent before?
    1755Gru. Heere sir, as foolish as I was before.
    Pet. You pezant, swain, you horson malt-horse drudg
    Did I not bid thee meete me in the Parke,
    And bring along these rascal knaues with thee?
    Grumio. Nathaniels coate sir was not fully made,
    1760And Gabrels pumpes were all vnpinkt i'th heele:
    There was no Linke to colour Peters hat,
    And Walters dagger was not come from sheathing:
    There were none fine, but Adam, Rafe, and Gregory,
    The rest were ragged, old, and beggerly,
    1765Yet as they are, heere are they come to meete you.
    Pet. Go rascals, go, and fetch my supper in. Ex. Ser.
    Where is the life that late I led?
    Where are those? Sit downe Kate,
    And welcome. Soud, soud, soud, soud.
    1770Enter seruants with supper.
    Why when I say? Nay good sweete Kate be merrie.
    Off with my boots, you rogues: you villaines, when?
    It was the Friar of Orders gray,
    As he forth walked on his way.
    1775Out you rogue, you plucke my foote awrie,
    Take that, and mend the plucking of the other.
    Be merrie Kate: Some water heere: what hoa.
    Enter one with water.
    Where's my Spaniel Troilus? Sirra, get you hence,
    1780And bid my cozen Ferdinand come hither:
    One Kate that you must kisse, and be acquainted with.
    Where are my Slippers? Shall I haue some water?
    Come Kate and wash,& welcome heartily:
    you horson villaine, will you let it fall?
    T3 Kate
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