When I shall ask the banns, and when be married :-
But here she comes; and now, Petruchio, speak.

Enter Katharine.
Good-morrow, Kate ; for that's your name, I hear.
Kath. Well have you heard, but something 'hard of

hearing; They call me-Katharine, that do talk of me.

Pet. You lye, in faith; for you are call'd plain Kate, 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 consolation ;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. Kath. Mov'd! in good time : let him that mov'd you

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

Pet. Why, what's a moveable ?
Kath. ? A joint-stool.
Pet. Thou hast hit it: come, sit on me.
Kath. Afies are made to bear, and so are you.
Pet. Women are made to bear, and so are you.
Kath. 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,-

Kath. Too light for such a swain as you to catch; And yet as heavy as my weight should be.

y hard ]-coarse.
2 A joint-stool.]—“ I took you for a joint-stool.” Prov.

Pet.

Pet. Sould be ? should buz.
Kuth. Well ta'en, and like a buzzard.
Pet. Oh, Now-wing'd curtle: shall a buzzard take thee?
Kath. “Ay, for a turtle; as he takes a buzzard.
Pet. Come, come, you wasp; i’faith, you are too angry.
Kath. If I be waspish, best beware my sting.
Pet. My remedy is then, to pluck it out.
Kath. Ay, if the fool could find it where it lies.

Pet. Who knows not where a wasp doth wear his sting? In his tail.

Kath. In his tongue.
Pet. Whose tongue ?
Katb. Yours, if you talk of tails; and so faréwel.
Pet. What with my tongue in your tail ? nay, come

again,
Good Kate ; I am a gentleman.
Kath, That I'll try.

[She strikes him. Pet. I swear, I'll cuff you,

if
you

strike again.
Katb. 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.
Kath. What is your crest ? a coxcomb?
Pet. A combless cock, so Kate will be my hen.
Kath. No cock of mine, you crow too like a craven.
Pet. Nay, come, Kate come ; you must not look so sour.
Kath. It is my fashion, when I see a crab.
Pet. Why, here's no crab; and therefore look not sour.
Kath. There is, there is.
Pet. Then shew it me.
Kath. Had I a glass, I would,

Ay, for a turtle ; as he takes a buzzard.]–He may as well take me for a turtle, as take my buzzard to himself.—and be takes a buzzard he shall find me a hawk, though he may suppose me a turtle. b fe frauen. ]-a daftardly vanquilh'd cock.

Pet.

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Pet. What, you mean my face?
Kath. Well aim'd of such a young one.
Pet. Now, by faint George, I am too young

for

you. Kath. Yet you are wither'd. Pet. 'Tis with cares. Kath. I care not. Pet. Nay, hear you, Kate : in sooth, you 'scape not so. Kath. I chafe

you,

if I tarry; let me go. Pét. 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 a kance, 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 conference, soft, and affable. Why doth the world report, that Kate doth limp? Oh Nanderous world! Kate, like the 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 doft not halt.

Kath. Go, fool; and whom thou keep'ft, 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!

Kath. Where did you study all this goodly speech ?
Pet. It is extempore, from my mother-wit.
Kath. A witty mother ! 'witless else her son.
Pet. Am I not wife?

I will marry you.

Kath. Yes, to keep you warm.

Pet. Marry, so I mean, sweet Katharine, 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 dowry 'greed on; And, will

you, nill 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 Katharine to my wife.

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

daughter? Pet. How but well, sir ? how but well ? It were impossible, I should speed amiss. Bap. Why, how now, daughter Katharine ? in your

dumps ?
Kath. Call you me, daughter ? now, I promise you,
You have shew'd a tender fatherly regard,
To with me wed to one half lunatick;
A mad-cap 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 :

• Yes, to keep you warm.] >You have just as much sense as an ideot, who, we see, « blankets his loins." will you, nill you,]-whether you will, or no.

For

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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 Grisel ;
And Roman Lucrece for her chastity :
And to conclude, we have 'greed so well together,
That upon funday is the wedding-day.

Kath. I'll see thee hang'd on sunday first.
Gre. Hark, Petruchio! she says, she'll see thee hang'd

first. Tra. Is this your speeding ? nay, then, good night our

part!

Pet. Be patient, gentlemen ; I chuse her for myself ; If she and I be pleas’d, what's that to you? 'Tis bargain'd 'twixt us twain, being alone, That she shall still be curst in company. I tell you, 'tis incredible to believe How much she loves me : Oh, the kindest Kate ! She hung about my neck; and kiss on kiss She' vy’d so fast, protesting oath on oath, That in a twink she won me to her love. Oh, you are novices ! 8 'tis a world to see, How tame, when men and women are alone, Ahmeacock wretch can make the curstelt Ihrew. Give me thy hand, Kate : I will unto Venice, To buy apparel 'gainst the wedding-day :Provide the feast, father, and bid the guests ; I will be sure, my Katharine shall be fine.

Bap. I know not what to say: but give me your hands; God send you joy, Petruchio! ’ris a match.

Gre. Tra. Amen, say we; we will be witnesses.

Pet. Father, and wife, and gentlemen, adieu i I will to Venice, sunday conies apace :

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