bring along these rascal knaves with thee?
Gru.
Nathaniel’s coat, sir, was not fully made,
And Gabr’el’s pumps were all unpink’d i’ th’ heel;
There was no link to color Peter’s hat,
And Walter’s dagger was not come from sheathing;
There were none fine but Adam, Rafe, and Gregory;
The rest were ragged, old, and beggarly,
Yet, as they are, here are they come to meet you.
Pet.
Go, rascals, go, and fetch my supper in.
Exeunt Servants.
Sings.
“Where is the life that late I led?
Where are those”—
Sit down, Kate, and welcome. Soud, soud, soud, soud!
Enter Servants with supper.
Why, when, I say? Nay, good sweet Kate, be merry.
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 merry, Kate. Some water here; what ho!
Enter one with water.
Where’s my spaniel Troilus? Sirrah, get you hence,
And bid my cousin Ferdinand come hither;
One, Kate, that you must kiss, and be acquainted with.
Where are my slippers? Shall I have some water?
Come, Kate, and wash, and welcome heartily.
You whoreson villain, will you let it fall?
[Strikes him.]
Kath.
Patience, I pray you, ’twas a fault unwilling.
Pet.
A whoreson, beetle-headed, flap-ear’d knave!
Come, Kate, sit down, I know you have a stomach.
Will you give thanks, sweet Kate, or else shall I?
What’s this? Mutton?
1. Serv.
Ay.
Pet.
Who brought it?
Peter.
I.
Pet.
’Tis burnt, and so is all the meat.
What dogs are these? Where is the rascal cook?
How durst you, villains, bring it from the dresser
And serve it thus to me that love it not?
There, take it to you, trenchers, cups, and all.
[He throws down the table and meat and all, and beats them.]
You heedless joltheads and unmanner’d slaves!
What, do you grumble? I’ll be with you straight.
[Exeunt Servants.]
Kath.
I pray you, husband, be not so disquiet.
The meat was well, if you were so contented.
Pet.
I tell thee, Kate, ’twas burnt and dried away,
And I expressly am forbid to touch it;
For it engenders choler, planteth anger,
And better ’twere that both of us did fast,
Since of ourselves, ourselves are choleric,
Than feed it with such overroasted flesh.
Be patient, to-morrow’t shall be mended,
And for this night we’ll fast for company.
Come, I will bring thee to thy bridal chamber.
[Exeunt.]
Enter Servants severally.
Nath. Peter, didst ever see the like?
Peter. He kills her in her own humor.
Enter Curtis, a servant.
Gru. Where is he?
Curt.
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.]
Enter Petruchio.
Pet.
Thus have I politicly begun my reign,
And ’tis my hope to end successfully.
My falcon now is sharp and passing empty,
