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Frets call you them ? quoth she: I'll fume with them:
And with that word the struck me on the head,
And through the instrument my pate made way,
And there I food amazed for a while,
As on a pillory, looking through the lute:
While she did call me rascal, fidler,
And twängling Jack, with twenty such vile terms,
As she had studied to misuse me fo.

Pet. Now, by the world, it is a lusty 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 shall I send 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 some spirit when she comes.
Say, that the rail; why, then I'll tell her plain,
She fings as sweetly as a nightingale:
Say, that the frowns; I'll say, she looks as clear
As morning roses newly wath'd with dew;
Say, she be mute, and will not speak a word ;
Then I'll commend her volubility;
And say, the uttereth piercing eloquence:
If she do bid me pack, I'll give her thanks,
As tho' the bid me stay by her a week;
If she 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.

Enter Catharina.
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. (ing.

Pet. You lye, in faith, for you are call’d plain Kate; And bonny Kate, and sometimes Kate the curit: But Kate, the prettiest Kate in christendom, Kate of Kate-ball, my super-dainty Kate,


(For dainties are all Cates) and therefore Kate;
Take this of me, Kate of my consolation !
Hearing thy mildness prais'd in every town,
Thy virtues spoke of, and thy beauty founded,
Yet not so deeply as to thee belongs :
Myself am mov'd to wooe thee for my wife

Cath. Mov'd! in good time; let him, that mov'd you Remove you hence; I knew you at the first [hither, You were a moveable.

Pet. Why, what's a moveable?
Cath. A join'd stool.
Pet. Thou hast hit it; come, fit on me.
Cath. Alles are made to bear, and so are you.
Pet. Women are made to bear, and so are you.
Cath. No such 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 light

Cath. Too light for such a swain as you to catch; And yet as heavy as my weight should be.

Pet. Should bee;- should buz.
Catb. Well ta'en, and like a buzzard.
Pet. On, flow-wing'd turtle, shall 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, '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 itingi In his tail.

Cath. In his tongue.
Pet. Whose tongue?
Cath. Yours, if you talk of tails; and so farewel.

Pet. What, with my tongue in your taili nay, come Good Kate, I am a gentleman.

(again, Cath. That I'll try.

[She Atrikes bim. Pet. I swear, I'll cuff


Catb. So may you lose your arms.
JE you frike me, you are no gentleman;
And if no gentleman, why, then no arms.
Per. A herald, Kate ? oh, put me in thy books.



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Cath. What is your crest, a coxcomb?
Pet. A combless cock, so 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 see a crab. [fower.
Pet. Why, here's no crab, and therefore look not so
Carh. There is, there is.

Pet. Then shew it me.
Catb. Had I a glass, I would.
Pet. What, you mean my

Cath. Well aim'd, of such a young one.--
Per. Now, by St. George, I am too young


Carh. Yet you are wither’d.
Pet. 'Tis with cares.
Cath. I care not.
Pet. Nay, hear you, Kate; infooth, you 'scape not so,
Cath. I chafe you, if I tarry; let me go.

Pet. No, not a whit, I find you passing gentle :
'Twas told me, you were rough, and coy, and fullen,
And now I find report a very liar;
For thou art pleasant, gamesome, passing courteous,
But flow in speech, yet sweet as spring-time flowers.
Thou canst not frown, thou can't not look alcance,
Nor bite the lip, as angry wenches will,
Nor haft thou pleasure to be cross in talk:
But thou with mildness entertain'st thy wooers,
With gentle conf'rence, soft and affable.
Why doth the world report, that Kate doth limp?
Oh sland'rous world! Kate, like the hazle twig,
Is strait, and slender; and as brown in hue
As hazle nuts, and sweeter than the kernels.
O, let me see thee walk : Thou dost not halt.

Cath. Go, fool, and whom thou keep'ft command.

Pet. Did ever Dian so 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 sportful!-

Cath. Where did you study all this goodly speech?
Pet. It is extempore, from my mother-wit.
Cath. A witty mother, witless else her son,


Pet. Am I not wife?
Cath. Yes; keep you warm.

Pet. Why, so I mean, sweet Catharine, in thy bed:
And therefore setting all this chat aside,
Thus in plain terms: Your father hath consented,
That you shall 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 see 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 Baptista, Gremio, and Tranio.
Bap. Now, Signior Petruchio, how speed you with my

Pei. How but well, Sir? how but well ? (daughter? It were impossible, I should speed amiss.

Bap. Why, how now, daughter Catharine, in your dumps?

Catb. Call you me daughter? now, I promise you,
You've shew'd a tender fatherly regard,
To with me wed to one half lunatick;
A madcap ruffian, and a swearing Jack,
That thinks with oaths to face the matter out.

Pet. Father, 'tis thus; yourself and all the world,
That talk'd of her, have talk'd amiss of her;
If the be curst, it is for policy,
For she's not froward, but modest as the dove :
She is not hot, but temperate as the morn;
For patience, she will prove a second Grisel;
And Roman Lacrece for her chastity,
And, to conclude, we've 'greed so well together,
That upon Sunday is the wedding day.

Cath. I'll see thee hang'd on Sunday first.
Gre. Hark: Petruchio! The says, she'll see thee hang'd first.
Tra. Is this your fpeeding? nay, then, good-night our
Pet. Be patient, Sirs, I chuse her for myself;


If the and I be pleas'd, what's that to you?
'Tis bargain'd 'twixt us twain, being alone,
That the shall still be curit in

I tell you, 'tis incredible to believe
How much she loves me; oh, the kindest Kaie!
She hung about my neck, and kiss on kiss
She vy'd so faft, protesting oath on oath,
That in a twink she won me to her love.
Oh, you are novices; 'tis a world to see,
How tame (when men and women are alone)
A meacock wretch can make the curftest shrew.
Give me thy hand, Kate, I will unto Venice,
To buy apparel 'gain the wedding day;
Father, provide the feast, and bid the guelts ;
I will be sure, my Catharine shall be fine.

Bap. I know not what to say, but give your hands; God send you joy, Petruchio, 'tis a match.

Gre. Tra. Amen, say we; we will be witnesses.

Pet. Faiher, and wife, and gentlemen, adieu ;
I will to Venice, Sunday comes apace,
We will have rings and things, and fine array;
And kiss me, Kate, we will be married a Sunday.

[Exe. Petruchio, and Catharine severally? Gre. Was ever match clapt up so suddenly?

Bay. Faith, gentlemen, I play a merchant's part, And venture madly on a desperate mart.

Tra 'Twas a commodity lay fretting by you; 'Twill bring you gain, or perish on the seas.

Bap. The gain I seek is quiet in the match.

"Gré. 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 suitor first.

Tra. And I am one, that love Bianca more
Than words can witness, or your thoughts can guess.

Gre. Youngling! thou canst not love so dear as I,
Tra. Grey-beard! thy love doth freeze.

Gre. But thine doth fry.
Skipper, stand back; 'tis age, that nourisheth.

Tra. But youth, in ladies eyes that flourisheth.



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