Petruchio [Singing] Where is the life that late I led? Where are those — Sit down, Kate, and welcome. [Humming] Soud, soud, soud, soud! [Re-enter Servants with supper] Why, when, I say! — Nay, good sweet Kate, be merry — Off with my boots, you rogues! You villains, when! [Singing] It was the friar of orders grey, As he forth walked on his way — Read more about Act 4, Scene 1: Popup Note Index Item: Cultural Allusion
Grumio Nathaniel's coat, sir, was not fully made, And Gabriel's pumps were all unpinked 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, Ralph, and Gregory; The rest were ragged, old, and beggarly. Yet, as they are, here are they come to meet you. Read more about Act 4, Scene 1: Popup Note Index Item: “link to color Peter’s hat”
Petruchio Where is the foolish knave I sent before? Grumio Here, sir, as foolish as I was before. Petruchio 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? Read more about Act 4, Scene 1: Popup Note Index Item: “malt-horse”
Curtis Do you hear, ho? You must meet my master to countenance my mistress. Grumio Why? She hath a face of her own. Curtis Who knows not that? Grumio Thou, it seems, that calls for company to countenance her. Read more about Act 4, Scene 1: Popup Note Index Item: “You must ... countenance my mistress”
Curtis By this reckoning, he is more shrew than she. Grumio Ay, and that thou and the proudest of you all shall find when he comes home. But what talk I of this? Call forth Nathaniel, Joseph, Nicholas, Philip, Walter, Sugarsop and the rest. Let their heads be slickly combed, their blue coats brushed, and their garters of an indifferent knit. Let them curtsy with their left legs, and not presume to touch a hair of my master's horse-tail till they kiss their hands. Are they all ready? Read more about Act 4, Scene 1: Popup Note Index Item: “curtsy with their left legs”
Grumio Lend thine ear. Curtis Here. Grumio [Striking him] There. Curtis This is to feel a tale, not to hear a tale! Grumio And therefore 'tis called a sensible tale, and this cuff was but to knock at your ear and beseech listening. Read more about Act 4, Scene 1: Popup Note Index Item: “therefore ‘tis called a sensible tale”
Grumio First, know my horse is tired, my master and mistress fallen out. Curtis How? Grumio Out of their saddles, into the dirt, and thereby hangs a tale. Read more about Act 4, Scene 1: Popup Note Index Item: “thereby hangs a tale”
Grumio Why, therefore fire, for I have caught extreme cold. Where's the cook? Is supper ready, the house trimmed, rushes strewed, cobwebs swept, the servingmen in their new fustian, their white stockings, and every officer his wedding-garment on? Be the Jacks fair within, the Jills fair without, the carpets laid, and everything in order? Read more about Act 4, Scene 1: Popup Note Index Item: “Be the Jacks fair within, the Jills fair without”
Grumio Why, therefore fire, for I have caught extreme cold. Where's the cook? Is supper ready, the house trimmed, rushes strewed, cobwebs swept, the servingmen in their new fustian, their white stockings, and every officer his wedding-garment on? Be the Jacks fair within, the Jills fair without, the carpets laid, and everything in order? Read more about Act 4, Scene 1: Popup Note Index Item: “rushes strewed”
Curtis There's fire ready, and therefore, good Grumio, the news. Grumio Why, 'Jack, boy, ho boy!' and as much news as wilt thou. Curtis Come, you are so full of cony-catching. Read more about Act 4, Scene 1: Popup Note Index Item: “you are so full of cony-catching”
