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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, This is,-her love; for that is ail in all.

Pet. Why, that is nothing; for I tell you, father, I am as peremptory as she proud-minded; And where two raging fires meet together, They do consume the thing that feeds their fury: Though little fire grows great with little wind, Yet extreme gusts will blow out fire and all : So I to her, and so she yields to me; For I am rough, and woo not like a babe.

Bap. Well may’st 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, though they blow perpetually.

Re-enter Hortensio, with his head broken. Bap. How now, my friend ? why dost thou look so

pale ? Hor. For fear, I promise you, if I look pale. Bap. What, will my daughter prove a good musi

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

Bap. Why, then thou canst not break her to the lute!

Hor. Why, no; for she 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 these? quoth she: I'NI fume with them :

And, with that word, she 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 fiddler,
And—twangling Jack; with twenty such vile terms,
As she had studied to misuse me so.

Pet. Now, by the world, it is a lusty wench;
I love her ten times more than e'er I did :
O, how I long to have some chat with her !

Bup. 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,

[Errunt BAPTISTA, Gremio, TRAN10, and

HORTENSIO. 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 she frown; I'll say, 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 banns, and when be married;But here she comes; and now, Petruchio, speak.

Enter KATHARINA. 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 lie, 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 sounded, (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 hither,

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 il: come, sit on me.
Kath. Asses 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.

Pet. Should be ? Should buz.
Kath. Well ta’en, and like a buzzard.

Pet. O, slow-wing'd turtle ! 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 ?
Kath. Your's, if you talk of tails; and so farewell.
Pet. What, with my tongue in your tail ? nay, come

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

[Striking him. Pet. I swear I'll cuff if you strike again.

Kath. 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? O, 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

you, if

sour.

Kath. It is my fashion, when I see a crab.
Pet. Why, here's no crab; and therefore look not
Kath. There is, there is.
Pet. Then show it me.
Kath. Had I a glass, I would.
Pet. What, you mean my face?
Kath. Well aim'd of such a young one.
Pet. Now, by Saint 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.

sour.

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 slow 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 does the world report, that Kate doth limp?
O slanderous world! Kate, like the hazle-twig,
Is straight, 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.

Kath. Go, fool, and whom thou keep'st 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 !

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