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 discomfited, Or fhall I fend my daughter Kate to you? [Exit. Bap. with Grem. Horten. and Tranio. Say, that the frowns; I'll fay, the looks as clear When I fhall 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 fomething hard of hearing. They call me Catharine, that do talk of me. Pet. You lie, in faith, for you are call'd plain And bonny Kate, and fometimes Kate the curft: Yet Yet not fo deeply as to thee belongs: My felf am mov'd to wooe thee for my wife. Cath. Mov'd in good time; let him that mov'd 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-ftool. 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 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 ; fhould buz. Cath. Well ta'en, and like a buzzard. 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, '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 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 again, Good Kate, I am a gentleman. Cath. That I'll try. [She Atrikes him. Pet. I fwear, I'll cuff you, if you ftrike again. If you ftrike me, you are no' gentleman; Pet Pet. A herald, Kate? oh, put me in thy books. Pet. A comblefs 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 fo fower. Cath. It is my fashion when I see a crab. Pet. Why, here's no crab, and therefore look not fo fower. 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. 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 footh, 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 fullen, And now I find Report a very liar; For thou art pleasant, gamefom, 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 chaft, and Dian fportful ! --- Cath. Cath. Where did you ftudy all this goodly fpeech? 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, Now, Kate, I am a husband for your turn, 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 should speed 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 wish me wed to one half lunatick ; A madcap ruffian, and a fwearing Jack, For fhe's not froward, but modeft as the dove : And, to conclude, we've 'greed fo well together, That That upon Sunday is the wedding-day. Cath. I'll fee thee hang'd on Sunday first. Gre. Hark: Petruchio! the fays, fhe'll fee thee hang'd first. Tra. Is this your speeding? nay, then, good night, Pet. Be patient, Sirs, I chufe her for my self; How much she loves me ; oh, the kindest Kate! Bap. I know not what to fay, but give your hands Gre. Tra. Amen, fay we; we will be witnesses. I will to Venice, Sunday comes apace, We will have rings and things, and fine array; ; [Ex. Petruchio, and Catharine feverally. Tra. 'Twas a commodity lay fretting by you; Tra. |