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(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 beauties 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 Remove you

hence ;

I knew you at the first [hither, You were a moveable,

Pet. Why, what's a moveable ?
Cath. A join'd. ftool.
Pet. Thou hast hit it; come, fit on me.
Cath. Asses are made to bear, and so are you.
Pet. Women are made to bear, and so are you.
Cath. 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-

Cath. Too light for such a swain as you to catch ; And yet

as heavy as my weight should be. Pet. Should bee; should buz. Cath. Well ta'en, and like a buzzard. Pet. Oh, slow-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 angry. Cath. If I be waspish, 'beit beware my fting, Pet. My remedy is then to pluck it out. Cath. Ah, 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.

(again, Cath. That I'll try.

[She strikes bim. Pet. I swear I'll cuff you, if you strike again. Cath. 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.

Cath. What is your crest, a coxcomb?
Pet. 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
Cath. It is my fashion, when I see a crab. [lower.
Pet. Why, here's no crab, and therefore look not so
Cath. There is, there is.

[rower. Pet. Then shew it me. Carb. Had I glass, I would. Pet. What, you mean my face? Caih. Weil 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; insooth, you 'scape not fo. Cath. 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 vesy liar; For thou art pleasant, gamesome, passing courteous, But flow in speech, yet sweet as spring-time flowers. Thou canst not frown, thou canst not look afcance, Nor bite the lip, as angry wenches will, Nor haft thou pleasure to be cross in talk; But thou with mildness entertain't thy wooers, With gentle conf'rence, soft and affable. Why doth the world report, that Kate doth limp? Oh, sland'rous world ! Kate, like the hazle twig, Is strait, 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.

Cath. Go, fool, and whom thou keep'st command.

Pet. Did ever Dian so become a grove,
As Kate this chamber with her princely gaite?
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 ? 2 Pet. It is extempore, from my mother wit. Gath. A witty mother, witless elle her son.

Pet. Am I not wise?
Cath. Yes; keep you warm.

Pet. Why, so I mean, sweet Catharine, in thy bed;
And therefore setting all this chat afide,
Thus in plain terms: Your father hath confented,
That you shall be my wife ; your dow'ry '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, 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 Catharine to my wife.

Enter Baptista; Gremio, and Tranio. Bap. Now, Signior Petruchio, how speed you with my

Pet. How but well, Sir? how but well? [daughter? It were impoflible I fhould speed amiss.

Bap. Why,how now,daughter Catharine, in yourdumpst

Cath. Call you me daughter? now, I promise you, You've fhew'd a tender fatherly regard, To wish 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 curft, 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, she will prove a second Griffel; And Roman Lucrece for her chaftity. And, to conclude, we've 'greed so well together, That upon Sunday is the wedding-day.

Cath. I'll see thee hang'd on Sunday first. Gre.Hark: Petruchio! she says, she'll see theehang'd first. Tra. Is this your speeding? nay, then, good-night our Pet. Be patient, Sirs, I chuse her for myself ; [past!

If the and I be pleas'd, what's that to you?
"Tis bargain'd 'twixt us twain, being alone,
That the shall still be curft in company.
I tell you, 'tis incredible to believe
How much the loves me; oh, the kindest Kate!
She hung about my neck, and kiss on kiss
She vy'd fo fatt, protesting oath on oath,
That in a twink The won me to her love.
Oh, you are novices; 'tis a world to see,
How tame (when men and women are alone)
A meacock wretch can make the curfteit Ihrew.
Give me thy hand, Kate, I will unto Penice,
To buy apparel 'gainst the wedding day;
Father, provide the feast, and bid the guests;
I will be sure, my Catharine ihall be fine.

Bap. I know not what to say, but give your hands: God send you joy, Petruchio, 'tis a match.

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

Pet. Father, and wife, and gentlemen, adieu ;
I will to Venice, Sunday comes apace,
We will have rings and things, and fine array;
And kiss me, Kate, we will be married a Sunday.

[Exe. Petruchio, and Catharine jeveraliz. Gre. Was ever match clapt up so suddenly?

Bap. Faith, gentlemen, I play a merchaat's part; And venture madly on a desperate mart.

Tra. "Twas a commodity lay fretting by you; 'Twill bring you gain, or perish on the seas

Bap. The gain I seek is quiet in the match.

Gre. No doubt, but he hath got a quiet catch:
But now, Baptista, to your younger daughter;
Now is the day we long have looked for:
I am your neighbour, and was suitor first.

Tra., And I am one, that love Bianca more
Than words can witness, or your thoughts can guess

Gre. Youngling! thou canst not love so deir as I.
Tra. Grey-beard! thy love doth freeze.

Gre. But thine doth fry.
Skipper, stand back; 'tis age, that ncurisheth.

Tra. But youth, in ladies eyes that flourisheth.
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stalls;

Bap. Content you, entlemen, Iwill compound this ftrife;
"Tis deeds muft win the prize; and he, of both,
That can assure my daughter greatest dower,
Shall have Bianca's love.
Say, Signior Gremio, what can you assure her?

Gre. First, as you know, my house within the city
Is richly furnished with plate and gold,
Basons and ewers to lave her dainty hands:
My hangings all of Tyrian tapestry;
In ivory coffers I have stufft my crowns;
In cypress chests my arras, counterpanes,
Coltiy apparel, tents and canopies,
Fine linnen, Turkey cushions bofs'd with pearl;
Valance of Venice gold in needle-work;
Pewter and brass, and all things that belong
To house, or house-keeping: Then, at my farm,
I have a hundred milch-kine to the pail,
Sixscore fat oxen ftanding in my
And all things answerable to this portion.
Myself am itruck in years, I muit confess,
And if I die-to-morrow, this is hers;
If, whilft I live, she will be only mine.

Tra. That only came well in. --Sir, lift to me;
I am my father's heir, and only fon;
If I may have your daughter to my wife,
I'll leave her houses three or four as good,
Within rich Pisa walls, as any one
Old Signior Gremio has in Padua;.
Besides two thousand ducats by the year
Of fruitful land; all which shall be her jointure.
What, have I pinch'd you, Signior Gremio ?
Gre. Two thousand ducats by the year of land! (14)

My (14) Gre. "Two thousand ducats by the year of land !

My land amounts not to fo mucb in all :

That she fall bave, ard] Though all the copies concur in this reading, surely, if we examine the reasoning, something will be found wrong. Gremio is startled at the high settlement: Tranio proposes, says, his whole estate in land can't match it, yet he'll settle so much a year upon her, &c. This is mock-reasoning, or I don't know what to call it. The change of the

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