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And every day I cannot come to woo.
You knew my father well; and in him, me,.
Left solely heir to all his lands and goods,
Which I have better'd rather than decreas'd:
Then tell me, if I get your daughter's love,
What dowry shall I have with her to wife?

Bap. After my death, the one half of my lands :
And, in possession, twenty thousand crowns.

Pet. And, for that dowry, I'll assure her of
Her widowhood,—be it that she survive me,-
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 all 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 musician?

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 teli her, she mistook her frets,
And bow'd her land to teach her fingering ;
When, with a most impatient devilish spirit,
Frets, call you these quoth she: I'll 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,

[9] A fret is that stop of a musical ins rument which causes or regulates the ri Britist of the stri JOYEUX,

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 :
0, 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 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,

[Exe. Bap. GRE. TRA. and Hor.
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, l'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, 1 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


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. 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. Yours, if you talk of tails ; and so farewell.
Pet. What, with my tongue in your tail ? nay, come

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

[Striking him. Pet. I swear I'll cuff you, 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 ? 0 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.
[1] This is a proverbial expressivo
(2) Perhaps we may read better-Ay, for a turtle, and he takes a buzzard. i.e.
De may take me for a turtle, and he shall find me a hank. JOHNSON.

(3] A craven is a degenerate, dispirited cock. STEEVENS. Craven was a term also applied to those who is appeals of battle became reereant, and by pronouncing this word, called for quarter from their opponents ; the consequence of which was, that they forever after were deemed ialamous.



Kath. It is my fashion, when I see a crab.
Pet. Why, here's no crab ; and therefore look not sou..
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.

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 ?
0, be thou Dian, and let her be Kate;
And then let Kate be chaste, and Dian sportful !

Kuth. 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 wise ?
Kath. Yes; 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, 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,
And bring you from a wild cat to a Kate
Conformable, as other household 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 show'd a tender fatherly regard,
To wish me wed to one half lunatic ;
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 cursd, it is for policy:
For she's not froward, but modest as the dove ;
She is not hot, buť temperate as the morn;
For patience she will prove a second Grissel ;'
And Roman Lucrece for ber chastity :
And to conclude, -we have 'greed so well together,
That upon Sunday 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 choose 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 : 0, the kindest Kate!

[4] The e titor of the second iolio with some probability reads--from a wild Ke! (meaning certainly cat.) JALONE.

(5) The story of Grisel is to be found among the compositions of the French Folliers. DOUCE.

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