Enter a Servant.

Sirrah, lead these gentlemen

To my two daughters; and then tell them Both,
Thefe are their tutors, bid them ufe them well.

[Exit Serv. with Hortenfio and Lucentio.
We will go walk a little in the orchard,
And then to dinner. You are paffing welcome,
And fo, I pray you all, to think your felves.

Pet. Signior Baptifta, my bufinefs asketh hafte,
And every day I cannot come to woo.
You knew my father well, and in him me,
Left folely heir to all his lands and goods,
Which I have better'd, rather than decreas'd;
Then tell me, if I get your daughter's love,
What dowry fhall I have with her to wife?
Bap. After my death, the one half of my lands:
And, in poffeffion, twenty thousand crowns.
Pet. And, for that dowry, I'll affure her of
Her widowhood, be it that the furvive me,
In all my lands and leafes whatsoever;

Let fpecialities be therefore drawn between us,
That covenants may be kept on either hand.

Bap. Ay, when the fpecial thing is well obtain❜d, That is, her love; for that is all in all.

Pet. Why, that is nothing: for I tell you, father, I am as peremptory as fhe proud-minded. And where two raging fires meet together, They do confume the thing that feeds their fury: Tho' little fire grows great with little wind, Yet extream gufts will blow out fire and all: So I to her, and fo fhe yields to me,

For I am rough, and woo not like a babe.

Bap. Well may'ft thou woo, and happy be thy speed!

But be thou arm'd for fome unhappy words.

Pet. Ay, to the proof, as mountains are for winds: That shake not, tho' they blow perpetually.

SCENE

Enter Hortenfio with his head broke.

Bap. How now, my friend, why doft thou look fo pale?

Hor. For fear, I promise you, if I look pale.

Bap. What, will my daughter prove a good mufician?

Hor. I think, fhe'll fooner prove a foldier; Iron may hold with her, but never lutes.

Bap. Why, then thou canst not break her to the lute? Hor. Why, no; for fhe hath broke the lute to me. I did but tell her fhe mistook her frets,

And bow'd her hand to teach her fingering,
When, with a moft impatient devilish fpirit,
Frets call you them? quoth fhe: I'll fume with them:
And with that word the ftruck me on the head,
And through the inftrument my Pate made way,
And there I stood amazed for a while,

As on a pillory, looking through the lute;
While fhe did call me rafcal, fidler,

And twangling Jack, with twenty fuch vile terms,
As fhe had ftudied to mifufe me fo.

Pet. Now, by the world, it is a lufty wench;
I love her ten times more than e'er I did;
Oh, how I long to have some chat with her!
Bap. Well, go with me, and be not so discomfited,
Proceed in practice with my younger daughter,
She's apt to learn, and thankful for good turns;
Signior Petruchio, will you go
with us,
Or fhall I fend my daughter Kate to you?
Pet. I pray you, do. I will attend her here,

[Exit Bap. with Grem. Horten, and Tranio. And woo her with fome fpirit when she comes. Say, that she rail; why, then I'll tell her plain, She fings as fweetly as a nightingale:

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Say,

Say, that fhe frowns; I'll fay, fhe looks as clear
As morning roses newly wafh'd with dew;
Say, fhe be mute, and will not speak a word;
Then I'll commend her volubility;

And fay, the uttereth piercing eloquence:
If the do bid me pack, I'll give her thanks,
As tho' fhe bid me ftay by her a week;
If the deny to wed, I'll crave the day

When I shall ask the banes, and when be married?
But here she comes, and now, Petruchio, speak.

Good morrow, Kate; for that's your name, I hear. Cath. Well have you heard, but fomething hard of hearing.

They call me Catharine, that do talk of me.

Pet. You lie, in faith, for you are call'd plain
Kate.

And bonny Kate, and fometimes Kate the curft:
But Kate, the prettieft Kate in christendom,
Kate of Kate-hall, my fuper-dainty Kate;
(For dainties are all Cates) and therefore Kate;
Take this of me, Kate of my confolation!
Hearing thy mildness prais'd in every Town,
Thy virtues spoke of, and thy beauty founded,
Yet not fo deeply as to thee belongs:

My felf am mov'd to woo thee for my wife.
Cath. Mov'd? in good time; let him that mov'd
you hither,

Remove you hence; I knew you at the first

You were a moveable.

Pet. Why, what's a moveable?

Cath. A join'd-ftool.

Pet. Thou haft hit it: come, fit on me.

Cath. Affes are made to bear, and so are you.

Pet.

Pet. Women are made to bear, and fo are you. Cath. No fuch jade, Sir, as you; if me you mean. Pet. Alas, good Kate, I will not burthen thee; For knowing thee to be but

young and light

Cath. Too light for fuch a fwain as you to catch; And yet as heavy as my weight fhould be.

Pet. Should bee;

•should buz..

Cath. Well ta'en, and like a buzzard.

Pet. Oh, flow-wing'd turtle, fhall a buzzard take
thee?

Cath. Ay, for a turtle, as he takes a buzzard.
Pet. Come, come, you wafp, i'faith, you are too

angry.

Cath. If I be wafpifh, 'beft beware my fting. Pet. My Remedy is then to pluck it out. Cath. Ah, if the fool could find it, where it lies. Pet. Who knows not, where a wasp doth wear his fting? In his tail..

Cath. In his tongue.

Pet. Whofe tongue?

Cath. Yours, if you talk of tails; and fo farewel. Pet. What with my tongue in your tail? nay, come again,

Good Kate, I am a gentleman.

Cath. That I'll try.

[She ftrikes bim.

Pet. I fwear, I'll cuff you, if you strike again.
Cath. So may you lofe your arms.

If you ftrike me, you are no gentleman;
And if no gentleman, why then, no arms.

Pet. A herald, Kate? oh, put me in thy books.
Cath. What is your creft, a coxcomb?

Pet. A comblefs cock, fo Kate will be my hen.
Cath. No cock of mine, you crow too like a

craven.

Pet. Nay, come, Kate; come, you must not look

fo fower.

Cath

Cath. It is my fashion when I fee a crab.

Pet. Why, here's no crab, and therefore look not fo fower.

Cath. There is, there is.

Pet. Then, fhew it me.

Cath. Had I a glass, I would.

Pet. What, you mean my face?

Cath. Well aim'd of fuch a young one.-
Pet. Now, by St. George, I am too young
Cath. Yet you are wither'd.

Pet. 'Tis with Cares.

Cath. I care not.

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for you.

Pet. Nay, hear you, Kate; in footh you 'scape

not fo.

Cath. I chafe you if I tarry; let me go.

Pet. No, not a whit; I find you paffing gentle: 'Twas told me, you were rough, and coy, and fullen,

And now I find Report a very liar;

For thou art pleasant, gamefom, paffing courteous,
But flow in fpeech, yet fweet as fpring-time flowers.
Thou canst not frown, thou canst not look afcance,
Nor bite the lip, as angry wenches will,
Nor haft thou pleasure to be cross in talk:
But thou with mildness entertain'ft thy wooers,
With gentle conf'rence, foft and affable.

Why doth the world report, that Kate doth limp?
Oh fland'rous world! Kate like the hazle-twig,
Is ftraight and flender; and as brown in hue
As hazle-nuts, and fweeter than the kernels.
O, let me fee thee walk: thou doft not halt.

Cath. Go, fool, and whom thou keep❜ft command.
Pet. Did ever Dian fo become a grove,

As Kate this chamber with her princely gaite?
O, be thou Dian, and let her be Kate,

And then let Kate be chaft, and Dian fportful!

Cath. Where did you study all this goodly speech?

Pet.