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As on a pillory, looking through the lute:
While the did call me, rafcal, fidler,

And twangling Jack; with twenty fuch vile terms,
As fhe had ftudied to mifufe me fo.

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 Bap. with Grem. Horten. and Tranig.
And woo her with fome fpirit when she comes.
Say, that the rail; why, then I'll tell her plain,
She fings as fweetly as a nightingale :

Say, that the frown; I'll fay, the looks as clear
As morning rofes newly wafh'd with dew:
Say, he be mute, and will not fpeak a word;
Then I'll commend her volubility,

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

When I shall afk the banns, and when be married:-
But here he comes; and now, Petruchio, fpeak.

Enter Catharine.

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 call'd plain

Kate,

And bonny Kate, and fometimes Kate the curft;

But

But Kate, the prettiest Kate in Christendom,
Kate of Kate-hall, 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 spoke of, and thy beauty founded,
(Yet not fo deeply as to thee belongs)
Myfelf 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 you at the first

You were a moveable.

Pet. Why, what's a moveable?

Cath. A joint ftool. “

Pet. Thou haft hit it: come, fit on me. Cath. Affes are made to bear, and fo are you. Pet. Women are made to bear, and fo are you. Cath. No fuch jade, fir, 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 fuch a fwain as you to catch; And yet as heavy as my weight fhould be. Pet. Should bee ?-fhould buz

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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. 7 Pet. Come, come, you wafp; i'faith you are too

angry.

A joint fool.] This is a proverbial expreffion,

"Cry you mercy, I took you for a join'd ftool."

See Ray's Collection. STEEVENS.

Ay, for a turtle, as he takes a buzzard.] Perhaps we may read better,

Ay, for a turtle, and he takes a buzzard.

That is, he may take me for a turtle, and he fhall find me a hawk.

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JOHNSON.

Cath.

Cath. If I be wafpifh, beft beware my fting.
Pet. My remedy is then, to pluck it out.
Cath. Ay, 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 firikes him. Pet. I fwear, I'll cuff you, if you ftrike again. Cath. So may you lofe 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 creft, a coxcomb?

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 four.

Cath. It is my fashion, when I fee a crab.

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

Cath. There is, there is.

Pet. Then, fhew it me.

Catb. Had I a glass, I would.

Pet. What, you mean my face?

Cath. Well aim'd of fuch 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.

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, gamefome, paffing courteous,
But flow in speech, yet fweet as fpring-time flowers.
Thou canst not frown, thou canst not look afkance,
Nor bite the lip, as angry wenches will;

Nor haft thou pleasure to be crofs in talk;
But thou with mildness entertain'ft thy wooers,
With gentle conference, foft, and affable.
Why doth the world report, that Kate doth limp?
Oh flanderous world! Kate, like a hazle-twig,
Is strait, and slender; and as brown in hue
As hazle-nuts, and fweeter than the kernels.
O, let me fee thee walk: thou dost 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 chafte, and Dian sportful !—
Cath. Where did you ftudy all this goodly speech?
Pet. It is extempore, from my mother- wit.
Cath. A witty mother! witlefs elfe her fon.
Pet. Am I not wife? 8

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 consented,

Am I not wife?

Yes, keep you warm.]

So in Beaumont and Fletcher's Scornful Lady.

-your houfe has been kept warm, fir.

I am glad to bear it; pray God, you are wife too.

So in our poet's Much Ado, &c.

-that if he has it enough to keep himself warm.

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STEEVENS.

That

That you shall be my wife; your dowry '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 fee 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 Kate to a Kate*
Conformable, as other houfhold Kates;
Here comes your father; never make denial,
I must and will have Catharine to my wife.

Re-enter Baptifla, Gremio, and Tranio.

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

Pet. How but well, fir? how but well? 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 have fhew'd a tender fatherly regard, To with me wed to one half lunatick; A madcap ruffian, and a fwearing Jack, That thinks with oaths to face the matter out.

Pet. Father, 'tis thus; yourfelf and all the world,
That talk'd of her, have talk'd amifs of her;
If he be curft, it is for policy:

For fhe's not froward, but modeft as the dove;
She is not hot, but temperate as the morn;
For patience, he will prove a fecond Griffel;
And Roman Lucrece for her chastity:

-a wild Kate to a Kate

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Thus the folio, and the quarto 1631. The modern editors read, with an appearance of probability, but without authority or notice,

a wild Cat to a Kate, &c.

STEEVENS.

And,

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