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NATHANIEL. All things is ready. How near is our master?
GRUMIO. E ' en at hand, alighted by this; and therefore be not,-- Cock ' s passion, silence! I hear my master.
[ Enter PETRUCHIO and KATHERINA.]
PETRUCHIO. Where be these knaves? What! no man at door To hold my stirrup nor to take my horse? Where is Nathaniel, Gregory, Philip?--
ALL SERVANTS. Here, here, sir; here, sir.
PETRUCHIO. Here, sir! here, sir! here, sir! here, sir! You logger-headed and unpolish ' d grooms! What, no attendance? no regard? no duty? 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?
GRUMIO. Nathaniel ' s coat, sir, was not fully made, And Gabriel ' s pumps were all unpink ' d i ' the heel; There was no link to colour Peter ' s hat, And Walter ' s dagger was not come from sheathing; There was 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.
PETRUCHIO. Go, rascals, go and fetch my supper in. [ Exeunt some of the SERVANTS.]
Where is the life that late I led? Where are those--? Sit down, Kate, and welcome. Soud, soud, soud, soud!