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Enter a Servant.
Sirrah, lead these gentlemen
To my two daughters, and then tell them Both,
These are their tutors, bid them use them well.

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

Pet. Signior Baptista, my business asketh hafte,
And every day I cannot come to woo.
You knew my father well, and in him me,
Left solely heir to all his lands and goods,
Which I have better'd, rather than decreasid;
Then tell me, if I get your daughter's love,
What dowry shall 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 assure her of
Her widowhood, be it that she survive me,
In all my lands and leases whatsoever ;
Let specialities be therefore drawn between us,
That covenants may be kept on either hand.

Bap. Ay, when the special 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 she proud-minded. And where two raging fires meet together, They do consume the thing that feeds their fury: Tho' little fire grows great with little wind, Yet extream gusts will blow out fire and all: So I to her, and so she yields to me, For I am rough, and woo not like a babe. Bap. Well may'st thou woo, and happy be thy

speed! But be thou arm'd for some unhappy words.

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

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Enter Hortensio with his bead broke.
Bap. How now, my friend, why dost thou look

so pale ?
Hor. For fear, I promise you, if I look pale.
Bap. What, will my daughter prove a good mu-

fician? Hor. I think, she'll sooner prove a soldier ; Iron may hold with her, but never lutes. Bap. Why, then thou canst not break her to the lute?

Hor. Why, no; for she hath broke the lute to me.
I did but tell her she miftook her frets,
And bow'd her hand to teach her fingering,
When, with a most impatient devilish spirit,
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 stood amazed for a while,
As on a pillory, looking through the lute;
While she did call me rascal, fidler,
And twangling Jack, with twenty such vile terms,
As she had studied to misuse me so.

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 woo her with some spirit when she comes. Say, that she rail; why, then I'll tell her plain, She sings as sweetly as a nightingale:

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Say, that she frowns; I'll say, she looks as clear
As morning roses newly wash'd with dew;
Say, she be mute, and will not speak a word ;
Then I'll commend her volubility;
And say, she uttereth piercing eloquence :
If the do bid me pack, I'll give her thanks,
As tho' she 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.

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Enter Catharina.
Good morrow, Kate; for that's your name, I hear.
Cath. Well have you heard, but something 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 sometimes Kate the curft :
But Kate, the prettiest Kate in christendom,
Kate of Kate-hall, 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 sounded,
Yet not so deeply as to thee belongs :
My self 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

hence; I knew you at the first You were a moveable.

Pet. Why, what's a moveable?
Catb. A join'd-stool.
Pet. Thou haft hit it: come, sit on me,
Catb. Afles are made to bear, and so are you.

Pet.

!

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 burthen 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. Oh, Now-wing'd turtle, Ihall 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.
Catb. 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. Whose tongue ?
Cath. Yours, if you talk of tails; and so farewel.
Pet. What with my tongue in your tail? nay,

come again,
Good Kate, I am a gentleman.
Catb. That I'll try.

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

you,

if
you

Itrike again
Cath. So may you lose 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 crest, a coxcomb?
Pet. A combless 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 so fower.

Cath

Cath. It is my fashion when I see a crab.
Pet. Why, here's no crab, and therefore look not

so fower.
Cath. There is, there is.
: Pet. Then, thew it me.
Cath. Had I a glass, I would.
Pet. What, you mean my face?
Cath. Well aim'd of such a young one. -
Pet. Now, by St. George, I am too young for you.
Catb. Yet you are wither'd.
Pet. 'Tis with Cares.
Cath. I care not.
Pet. Nay, hear you, Kate; in sooth 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

sullen,
And now I find Report a very liar;
For thou art pleasant, gamesom, passing courteous,
But now in speech, yet sweet as spring-time flowers.
Thou canst not frown, thou canit not look alcance,
Nor bite the lip, as angry wenches will,
Nor haft chou 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 land'rous world! Kate like the hazle-twig,
Is straight 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'st 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 chast, and Dian sportful !-
Cath. Where did you study all this goodly speech ?

Pet.

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