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 ftood amazed for a while,
As on a pillory, looking through the lute:
While the did call me rafcal, fidler,
And twangling Jack, with twenty fuch vile terms,
As fhe had ftudied to misuse 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 fome chat with her!
Bap. Well, go with me, and be not fo difcomfited,
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 wooe her with fome spirit when she comes.
Say, that the rail; why, then I'll tell her plain,
She fings as fweetly as a nightingale:
Say, that the frowns; I'll fay, the looks as clear
As morning rofes newly wafh'd with dew;
Say, the be mute, and will not speak a word;
Then I'll commend her volubility;
And fay, fhe uttereth piercing eloquence:
If the do bid me pack, I'll give her thanks,
As tho' the 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 fpeak.
Good-morrow, Kate; for that's your name, I hear.
Cath. Well have you heard, but something hard of hear
They call me Catharine, that do talk of me.
Pet. You lye, in faith, for you are call'd plain Kate;
And bonny Kate, and fometimes Kate the curit :
But Kate, the prettiest Kate in christendom,
Kate of Kate-ball, 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 fpoke of, and thy beauty founded,
Yet not fo deeply as to thee belongs:
Myfelf am mov'd to wooe thee for my wife
Cath. Mov'd! in good time; let him, that
Remove you hence; I knew you at the first
You were a moveable.
Pet. Why, what's a moveable?
Cath. A join'd stool.
Pet. Thou haft hit it; come, fit on me. Cath. Affes are made to bear, and so are you. 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 burden thee; For knowing thee to be but young and lightCath. Too light for such a swain as you to catch; And yet as heavy as my weight should be. Pet. Should bee;- -fhould buz.
Catb. 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 wasp, i'faith, you are too angry.
Cath. If I be waspish, 'best 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
Good Kate, I am a gentleman.
Cath. That I'll try.
Pet. I fwear, I'll cuff you, if you
Cath. So may you lofe your arms.
[She frikes him.
ftrike again.
you flrike 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
Cath. It is my fashion, when I fee a crab.
Pet. Why, here's no crab, and therefore look not fo Cath. There is, there is.
Pet. Then fhew it me.
Cath. Had I a glass, I would.
Pet. What, you mean my
Cath. Well aim'd, of such a young one.
Pet. Now, by St. George, I am too young for you.
Cath. Yet you are wither'd.
Pet. 'Tis with cares.
Cath. I care not.
Pet. Nay, hear you, Kate; infooth, you 'fcape 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, gamefome, paffing courteous,
But flow in fpeech, yet sweet as fpring-time flowers.
Thou canst not frown, thou can'ft 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't 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 ftrait, and flender; and as brown in hue
As hazle nuts, and fweeter than the kernels.
O, let me fee thee walk: Thou dost 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 chaste, and Dian fportful!-
Cath. Where did you study all this goodly speech?
Pet. It is extempore, from my mother-wit.
Cath. A witty mother, witlefs elfe her fon,
Pet. Am I not wife?
Cath. Yes; keep you warm.
Pet. Why, fo I mean, fweet Catharine, in thy bed: And therefore fetting all this chat afide,
Thus in plain terms: Your father hath confented,
That you fhall be my wife; your dow'ry 'greed on,
And, will you, nill you, I will marry you.
Now, Kate, I am a husband for your turn,
For by this light, whereby I fee thy beauty,
(Thy beauty, that doth make me like thee well;)
Thou must be married to no man but me.
For I am he, am born to tame you, Kate;
And bring you from a wild cat to a Kate,
Conformable as other houshold Kates;
Here comes your father, never make denial,
I muft and will have Catharine to my wife.
Enter Baptifta, Gremio, and Tranio.
Bap. Now, Signior Petruchio, how speed you with my Pet. How but well, Sir? how but well? [daughter?
It were impoffible, I fhould fpeed amifs.
Bap. Why, how now, daughter Catharine, in your dumps! Cath. Call you me daughter? now, I promise you, You've fhew'd a tender fatherly regard,
To with me wed to one half lunatick ;
A madcap ruffian, and a fwearing Jack,
That thinks with oaths to face the matter out.
Pet. Father, 'tis thus; yourfelf and all the world,
That talk'd of her, have talk'd amifs of her;
If he be curft, it is for policy,
For fhe's not froward, but modeft as the dove:
She is not hot, but temperate as the morn;
For patience, fhe will prove a fecond Griffel;
And Roman Lacrece for her chastity.
And, to conclude, we've 'greed fo well together,
That upon Sunday is the wedding day.
Cath. I'll fee thee hang'd on Sunday firft.
Gre. Hark: Petruchio! the fays, fhe'll fee thee hang'd first. Tra. Is this your fpeeding? nay, then, good-night our Pet. Be patient, Sirs, I chufe her for myself; [part!
If the and I be pleas'd, what's that to you? 'Tis bargain'd 'twixt us twain, being alone, That fhe shall still be curft in company.
I tell you, 'tis incredible to believe
How much he loves me; oh, the kindeft Kate!
She hung about my neck, and kiss on kiss
She vy'd fo faft, protesting oath on oath,
That in a twink fhe won me to her love.
Oh, you are novices; 'tis a world to fee,
How tame (when men and women are alone)
A meacock wretch can make the curfteft fhrew.
Give me thy hand, Kate, I will unto Venice,
To buy apparel 'gainst the wedding day;
Father, provide the feaft, and bid the guests;
I will be fure, my Catharine fhall be fine.
Bap. I know not what to say, but give your hands; God fend you joy, Petruchio, 'tis a match.
Gre. Tra. Amen, fay we; we will be witneffes.
Pet. Father, and wife, and gentlemen, adieu;
I will to Venice, Sunday comes apace,
We will have rings and things, and fine array;
And kifs me, Kate, we will be married a Sunday.
[Exe. Petruchio, and Catharine feverally
Gre. Was ever match clapt up fo fuddenly?
Bap. Faith, gentlemen, I play a merchant's part,
And venture madly on a defperate mart.
Tra 'Twas a commodity lay fretting by you;
"Twill bring you gain, or perish on the feas.
Bap. The gain I feek is quiet in the match.
Gre. No doubt, but he hath got a quiet catch:
But now, Baptifta, to your younger daughter;
Now is the day we long have looked for:
I am your neighbour, and was fuitor first.
Tra. And I am one, that love Bianca more
Than words can witnefs, or your thoughts can guess.
Gre. Youngling! thou canst not love fo dear as I.
Tra. Grey-beard! thy love doth freeze.
Skipper, ftand back; 'tis age, that nourisheth.
Tra. But youth, in ladies eyes that flourisheth.
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