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As on a pillory, looking through the lute :
While the did call me, rascal, fidler,
And twangling Jack; with twenty fuch vile terms,
As she had studied to mifufe 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 curns.
Signior Petruchio, will you go with us;
Or Mall I send my daughter Kate to you?
Pe!. I pray you do.

do. I will attend her here,

[Exit Bap. with Grem. Horten. and Tranig: And woo her with some spirit when she comes. Say, that the rail; why, then I'll tell her plain, She sings as sweetly as a nightingale : Say, that the frown; I'll say, she looks as clear As morning roses newly wash'd with dew: Say, she be niute, 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 tho’she bid me stay by her a week; If she deny to wed, I'll crave the day When I shall ask the banns, and when be married: But here she comes; and now, Petruchio, speak.

Enter Catharine, 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. Pét. You lye, in faith; for you are callid plain

And bonny Kate, and sometimes Kate the curst;


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 confolation !--
Hearing thy mildness prais'd in every town,
Thy virtues spoke of, and thy beauty founded,
(Yet not so 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'd

you hither,


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

Pet. Why, what's a moveable?
Catb. A joint ftool.
Pet. Thou hast hit it: come, fit on me.
Cath. Affes are made to bear, and fo are you.
Pet. Women are made to bear, and so 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 such a swain as you to catch; And yet as heavy as my weight should be. Pet. Should bee?

-should buzCarb. Well ta’en, and like a buzzard. Pet. Oh, Now-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

A joint fool.] This is a proverbial expression,

“ Cry you mercy, I took you for a join'd stool.” See Ray's Collection. STEEVENS.

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

Ay, for a turtle, and be takes a buzzard. That is, he may take me for a turtle, and he shall find me a hawk.



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you, if

Cath. If I be waspilh, best 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

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.
Cath. That I'll try.

(She firikes kim. Pet. I swear, I'll cuff you strike again.

Caib. So may you lose 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?
Per. A combless 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 four. Cath. It is my fashion, when I see a crab. Pet. Why, here's no crab, and therefore look not

four. Cath. There is, there is. Pet. Then, shew it me. Catb. 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 sooth, you 'scape not fo.


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Catb. 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 Now in speech, yet sweet as spring-time flowers. Thou canst not frown, thou canst not look askance, Nor bite the lip, as angry wenches will; Nor hast thou pleasure to be cross in talk ; But thou with mildness entertain'st thy wooers, With gentle conference, soft, and affable. Why doth the world report, that Kate doth limp? Oh Nanderous world! Kate, like a hazle-twig, Is strait, and fender; 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'ít command.

Pet. Did ever Dian so 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 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 ? 8
Catb. Yes; keep you warm.

Pet. Why, so I mean, sweet Catharine, in thy bed :
And therefore, setting all this chat aside,
Thus in plain terms Your father hath consented,

8 Am I not wise ?

Yes, keep you warm.)
So in Beaumont and Fletcher's Scornful Lady.

—your house bas been kept warm, fir.

I am glad to bear it; pray God, you are wise 100. So in our poet's Much Ado, &c. -that if he has wit enough to keep himself warm.




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shall be my wife; your dowry 'greed on;

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 Kate to a Kate*
Conformable, as other houshold Kates;
Here comes your father; never make denial,
I must and will have Catharine to my wife.

Re-enter Baptista, Gremio, and Tranio.
Bap. Now, signior Petruchio ; how speed you

my daughter?
Pet. How but well, fir ? how but well?
It were imposible, I should speed amiss.
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 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 amiss of her;
If she 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, the will prove a second Griffel ;
And Roman Lucrece for her chastity :

- a wild Kate to a Kale

Conformable,] 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.


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