ACT 4
Scene 1

...cold.—Holla, ho, Curtis!
Enter Curtis.
Who is that calls so coldly?

...fire, good Curtis!
Is my master and his wife coming, Grumio?

...on no water.
Is she so hot a shrew as she’s reported?

...myself, fellow Curtis.
Away, you three-inch fool, I am no beast!

...thy hot office?
I prithee, good Grumio, tell me, how goes the
world?

...frozen to death.
There’s fire ready. And therefore, good Grumio,
the news!

...as wilt thou.
Come, you are so full of cony-catching.

...everything in order?
All ready. And therefore, I pray thee, news.

...mistress fallen out.
How?

...hangs a tale.
Let’s ha’ t, good Grumio.

...Lend thine ear.
Here.

... There!
He slaps Curtis on the ear.
This ’tis to feel a tale, not to hear a tale.

...behind my mistress—
Both of one horse?

...that to thee?
Why, a horse.

...to thy grave.
By this reck’ning, he is more shrew than she.

...they all ready?
They are.

...Call them forth.
calling out
Do you hear, ho? You must meet
my master to countenance my mistress.

...of her own.
Who knows not that?

...to countenance her.
I call them forth to credit her.

...my supper in!
The Servants exit.

...her own humor.
Enter Curtis.

...Where is he?
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!
The Servants exit.