Pet. Signior Baptista, my business asketh haste,
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 decreas'd;
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 thai she survive me,
In all my lands and leases whatsoever ;
Let specialties 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 the 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 extreme gusts will blow out fire and all :
So I to her, and so the yields to me,
For I am rough, and woo not like a babe.

Bap. Well may't 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.

Enter Hortensio with his head breke. Bap. How now, my friend; why doft thou look fo pale! Hor. For fear, I promise you, if I look pale. Bap. What, will my daughter prove a good musician?

Hor. I think, she'll sooner prove a soldier ; Iron may hold with her, but never lutes.

Bap. Why, then thou canit not break her to the lute?

Hor. Why, no; for the hath broke the lute to me. I did but tell her, she mistook 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 fuch yile 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 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 : Say, that the frowns; I'll fay, 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 she do bid me pack, I'll give her thanks, As though 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.

Enter Catharina. Good-morrow, Kate; for that's

s your name,

I hear. Gath. Well have you heard, but something hard of hearThey call me Catherine, 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 curft: But Kate, the prettiest Kate in chriftendom, Kate of Kate-ball, my super-dainty Kate,


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

Catb. 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. Affes 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.
Cath. Well ta'en, and like a buzzard.
Pet. Oh, slow-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, 'beit 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 sting? 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 Good Kate, I am a gentleman.

(again, Cath. That I'll try.

[She frikes bim. Pet. I swear I'll cuff you, if you strike again. Cath. So may you

your arms.
If you strike 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 combleis 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 so Cath. It is my fashion, when I see a crab. [fower. Pet. Why, here's no crab, and therefore look not so Cath. There is, there is.

Pet. Then shew it me.
Catb. Had I glass, I would.
Pet. What, you mean my face?
Caih. Weil 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; in sooth, you 'scape not fo.
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 sullen,
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 canst not look ascance,
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 conforence, soft and affable.
Why doth the world report, that Kate doth limp?
Oh, fland'rous world! Kate, like the hazle twig,
Is strait, and slender ; and as brown in hue
As hazle nuts, and sweeter than the kernels.
0, let me see thee walk : Thou dost not halt.

Cath. Go, fool, and whom thou keep'ít 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 wise?
Cath. Yes; keep you warm.

Pet. Why, fo 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 must 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 impossible I should speed amiss.

Bap. Why,how now,daughter Catharine,in yourdumpsi

Cath. Call you me daughter? now, I promise you,
You've shew'd a tender fatherly regard,
To wish 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 amifs 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 Griffel ;
And Roman Lucrece for her chaftity.
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! Mesays, she'll see theehang'd first. Tra. Is this your speeding? nay, then, good-night dur Pet. Be patient, Sirs, I chufe her for myself ; (part !

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