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In all my lands and leases whatsoever:
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,
Pet. Now, by the world, it is a lusty wench;
Bup. Well, go with me, and be not so discomfited:
[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
Remove you hence : I knew you at the first, ,
Pet. Why, what's a moveable ?
Pet. Alas, good Kate! I will not burden thee :
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.
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.
[Striking him. Pet. I swear I'll cuff if you strike again.
Kath. So may you lose your arms :
Pet. A herald, Kate? O, put me in thy books.
Kath. It is my fashion, when I see a crab.
Pet. No, not a whit; I find you passing gentle.
Kath. Go, fool, and whom thou keep'st command.
Pet. Did ever Dian so become a grove,