The Taming of the Shrew William Shakespeare (english love story books .txt) š
- Author: William Shakespeare
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Where be these knaves? What, no man at door
To hold my stirrup nor to take my horse!
Where is Nathaniel, Gregory, Philip?
Here, sir! here, sir! here, sir! here, sir!
You logger-headed and unpolishād grooms!
What, no attendance? no regard? no duty?
Where is the foolish knave I sent before?
You peasant swain! you whoreson malt-horse drudge!
Did I not bid thee meet me in the park,
And bring along these rascal knaves with thee?
Nathanielās coat, sir, was not fully made,
And Gabrielās pumps were all unpinkād iā the heel;
There was no link to colour Peterās hat,
And Walterās dagger was not come from sheathing:
There were none fine but Adam, Ralph, and Gregory;
The rest were ragged, old, and beggarly;
Yet, as they are, here are they come to meet you.
Go, rascals, go, and fetch my supper in. Exeunt Servants.
Singing. Where is the life that late I ledā ā
Where are thoseā āSit down, Kate, and welcome.ā ā
Soud, soud, soud, soud!
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:ā ā
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!
Whereās 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.
A whoreson beetle-headed, flap-earād knave!
Come, Kate, sit down; I know you have a stomach.
Will you give thanks, sweet Kate; or else shall I?
Whatās this? mutton?
āTis 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?
Theretake it to you, trenchers, cups, and all: Throws the meat, etc. about the stage.
You heedless joltheads and unmannerād slaves!
What, do you grumble? Iāll be with you straight.
I pray you, husband, be not so disquiet:
The meat was well, if you were so contented.
I tell thee, Kate, ātwas burnt and dried away;
And I expressly am forbid to touch it,
For it engenders choler, planteth anger;
And better ātwere that both of us did fast,
Since, of ourselves, ourselves are choleric,
Than feed it with such over-roasted flesh.
Be patient; to-morrow āt shall be mended,
And, for this night, weāll fast for company:
Come, I will bring thee to thy bridal chamber. Exeunt.
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.
Thus have I politicly begun my reign,
And ātis my hope to end successfully.
My falcon now is sharp and passing empty;
And till she stoop she must not be full-gorged,
For then
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