Frets call you them? quoth fhe: I'll fume with them: As on a pillory, looking through the lute: And twangling Jack, with twenty fuch vile terms, Pet. Now, by the world, it is a lufty wench; Bap. Well, go with me, and be not fo difcomfited, [Exit Bap. with Grem. Horten. and Tranio, Say, that the frowns; I'll fay, the looks as clear And fay, fhe uttereth piercing eloquence: When I shall ask the banes, and when be married? 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 fometimes Kate the curit : (For (For dainties are all Cates) and therefore Kate; Pet. Why, what's a moveable? Cath. A join'd stool. mov'd you [hither, 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? 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. If Cath. That I'll try. Pet. I fwear, I'll cuff you, if you Cath. So may you lofe your arms. [again, [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 Cath. What is your creft, a coxcomb? Pet. A comblefs cock, fo Kate will be my hen. [fower. 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 face? Cath. Well aim'd, of such a young one. [fower. Pet. Now, by St. George, I am too young for you. 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 : For thou art pleasant, gamefome, paffing courteous, Why doth the world report, that Kate doth limp? Cath. Go, fool, and whom thou keep'ft command. As Kate this chamber with her princely gaite? And then let Kate be chaste, and Dian fportful!- Pet. 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, 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 ; For fhe's not froward, but modeft as the dove: And, to conclude, we've 'greed fo well together, 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! 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. We will have rings and things, and fine array; [Exe. Petruchio, and Catharine feverally Tra 'Twas a commodity lay fretting by you; Tra. And I am one, that love Bianca more Gre. But thine doth fry. Skipper, ftand back; 'tis age, that nourisheth. R Вар. |