I here bestow a fimple inftrunent,
And this fmall packet of Greek and Latin books.
If you accept them, then their worth is great.

[They greet privately. Bap. Lucentio is your name; of whence I pray? Tra. Of Pifa, Sir, fon to Vincentio.

Bap. A mighty man of Pifa; by report
I know him well; you are very welcome, Sir.
Take you the lute, and you the fet of books,

[To Hortenfio and Lucentio.

You fhall go fee your pupils prefently,

Holla, within!

Enter a Servant,

Sirrah, lead these gentlemen

To my two daughters; and then tell them both,
There 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 patling welcone;*
And fo I pray you all to think yourfelves.

Pet. Signior Baptifta, my bufinefs atketh 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 specialties 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 the proud-minded.
And where two raging fires meet together,
They do confume the thing that feeds their fury:
Though little fire grows great with little wind,

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Yet

Yet extreme gufts will blow out fire and all:
So I to her, and fo the yields to me,

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

Bap. Well may't thou woo, and happy be thy fpeed! But be thou arm'd for fome unhappy words.

Pet. Ay, to the proof, as mountains are for winds; That thake not, though they blow perpetually.

SCENE III. Enter Hortenfio with his head broke. Bap. How now, my friend? why dost thou look fo pale?

Hor. For fear, I promife you, if I look pale. Bap. What will my daughter prove a good musiHor. I think the Il fooner prove a foldier r; [cian? 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 miftook her frets,

Iron may hold with her, but never lutes.

And bow'd her hand to teach her fingering,
When, ith a moft impatient devilish fpirit,

Frets call you them: quoth fhe; I'll fume with them:
And with that word fhe struck 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 the had ftudied to mifufe me io.

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 Fap. with Grem. Horten. and Tranio. And woo her with fome fpirit when fhe comes. Sav 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

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

When I fhall ak the banes, and when be married.
But here the comes, and now, Petruchio, fpeak.

SCENE IV. Enter Catharina.

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 lye, in faith; for you are called plain Kate. And bonny Kate, and fometimes Kate the curs'd; But Kate, the prettiest Kate in Christendom, Kate of Katehall, my fuper-dainty Kate; (For dainties are all cates), and therefore Kate; . Take this of me, Kate of my confolation! Hearing thy mildnefs prais'd in every town, Thy virtues fpoke of, and thy beauty founded, Yet not fo deeply as to thee belongs: Myself am mov'd to woo thee for my wife.

Cath. Mov'd in good time; let him that mov 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 stool.

Pet. Thou hait hit it come, fit on me.

Cath. Affes are made to bear, and io are you. Pet. Women are mile to bear, and so 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 ihould be *.

weight hould be.

Pet.

Pet. Nay, hear you, Kate; in footh you 'scape not so. 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 lyar;

For thou art pleafant, gamefome, paffing courteous,
But flow in fpeech, yet fweet as fpring-time flowers.
Thou canst not frown, thou canst not look ascance,
Nor bite the lip, as angry wenches will;
Nor hast thou pleasure to be cross in talk.
But thou with mildnefs entertain'ft thy wooers,
With gentle conf rence, soft and affable.

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, 'best beae my fting.

Pet. My remedy is then to pluck it out.

Cath. Ah, it the tool could find it, where it lies.
Pet. Who knows not where a wafp doth wear his fting?

In his tail

Cath. In nis tongue.

Pet. Wh fe tongue?

Cath. Your's, 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.

Pet I fwear, I'll cuff you, if you ftrike again.
Carb. So may ou lole your arms.

If you tike me, ou a e no gent man;

And

no gentleman, why then, ho arms.

Per Aeral Kite? oh, put me in thy books.
Ca:b. What is ou. cft, a coxcomb?

Pet. A combicfs cock, fo Kare will be my hen.

Cath No cock of mine, you crow too like a craven.

[She frikes bim

Pet. Nay, come, Kate; com, you must not look fo four.
Cath. It is my faction when I fee a crab.

Pet Why, here's no crab, and therefore look not so four.

Carb. There is, there is.

Pet. Then fhew it me.

Cath. Had I glais, I would.

Per. What, y u mean my face?

Carb. Well am'd of fuch a young one.

Pet. N w, y St. George, I am too young for you.

Cath. Yet you are wither'd,

Pet. Tis with cares.

Cath I care not.

Pa. Nay, &c.

Why

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 gait?
O, be thou Dian, and let her be Kate,

And then let Kate be chaste, and Dian sportful!
Cath. Where did you ftu 'y all this goodly fpeech?
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,

nill you, you,

Thus in plain terms: Your father hath consented,
That you fhall be my wife; your dow'ry 'greed on 3
And, will
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 houthold Kates.
Here comes your father, never make denial,
I must and will have Catharine to my wife.

SCENE V. Enter Baptifta, Gremio, and Tranio,

Bap. Now, Signior Petruchio, how speed you with my daughter?

Pet. How but well, Sir? how but well? It were impoffible I fhould fpeed amiis.

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 lunatic;
A madcap ruffian, and a fwearing Jack,

That thinks with oaths to face the matter out.

Pet