And twangling Jack, with twenty fuch vile terms,
As the had ftudied to mifufe me fo.

Pet. Now, by the world, it is a lufty wench;
I love her ten times more than e'er I did;
Oh, how I long to have fome chat with her!
Bap. Well, go with me, and be not fo difcomfited,
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 fhall I fend my daughter Kate to you?
Pet. I pray you, do. I will attend her here,

[Exit. Bap. with Grem. Horten. and Tranio.
And wooe her with fome fpirit when she comes.
Say, that fhe rail; why, then I'll tell her plain,
She fings as fweetly as a nightingale :

Say, that the frowns; I'll fay, the looks as clear
As morning rofes newly wash'd with dew;
Say, the be mute, and will not fpeak a word
Then I'll commend her volubility;
And fay, fhe uttereth piercing eloquence:
If the do bid me pack, I'll give her thanks,
As tho' fhe bid me ftay by her a week;
If the deny to wed, I'll crave the day

When I fhall ask the banes, and when be married?
But here she comes, and now, Petruchio, speak.
Enter Catharina.

Good morrow, Kate; for that's your name, I hear. Cath. Well have you heard, but fomething hard of hearing.

They call me Catharine, that do talk of me.

Pet. You lie, in faith, for you are call'd plain

Kate;

And bonny Kate, and fometimes Kate the curft:
But Kate, the prettieft Kate in christendom,
Kate of Kate-ball, my fuper-dainty Kate;
(For dainties are all Cates) and therefore Kate;
Take this of me, Kate of my confolation!
Hearing thy mildnefs prais'd in every Town,
Thy virtues spoke of, and thy beauty founded,

Yet

Yet not fo deeply as to thee belongs:

My felf am mov'd to wooe thee for my wife.

Cath. Mov'd in good time; let him that mov'd you hither,

Remove you hence; I knew you at the firft

You were a moveable.

Pet. Why, what's a moveable?

Cath. A join'd-ftool.

Pet. Thou haft hit it: come, fit on me.
Cath. Affes are made to bear,

Pet. Women are made to bear,

and fo are you.

and fo are you.

Cath. No fuch jade, Sir, as you; if me you mean.
Pet. Alas, good Kate, I will not burthen thee;
For knowing thee to be but young and light-

Cath. Too light for fuch a swain as you to catch;
And yet as heavy as my weight fhould be.

Pet. Should bee;

fhould buz.

Cath. Well ta'en, and like a buzzard.

Pet. Oh, flow-wing'd turtle, fhall a buzzard take thee?

Cath. Ay, for a turtle, as he takes a buzzard.

Pet. Come, come, you wafp, i'faith, you are too angry.

Cath. If I be wafpish, 'beft 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
fting?

In his tail.

Cath. In his tongue.

Pet. Whofe tongue ?

Cath. Yours, if you talk of tails; and fo farewel. Pet. What with my tongue in your tail? nay, come again,

Good Kate, I am a gentleman.

Cath. That I'll try.

[She ftrikes him.

Pet. I fwear, I'll cuff you, if you ftrike again.

Cath. So may you lofe your arms.

If you ftrike me, you are no gentleman;
And if no gentleman, why then, no arms.

Pet.

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Pet. A herald, Kate? oh, put me in thy books.
Cath. What is your creft, a coxcomb?

Pet. A combless cock, fo 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 fo fower.

Cath. It is my fashion when I see a crab.

Pet. Why, here's no crab, and therefore look not fo fower.

Cath. There is, there is.

Pet. Then, fhew it me.

Cath. Had I a glass, I would.

Pet. What, you mean my face?

Cath. Well aim'd of fuch 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; in footh, you 'scape not so. Catb. I chafe you if I tarry; let me go.

Pet. No, not a whit; I find you paffing gentle:
'Twas told me, you were rough, and coy, and fullen,
And now I find Report a very liar;

For thou art pleafant, gamefom, paffing courteous,
But flow in fpeech, yet fweet as fpring-time flowers,
Thou canst not frown, thou canst not look ascance,
Nor bite the lip, as angry wenches will,

Nor haft thou pleasure to be cross in talk:
But thou with mildness entertain'ft thy wooers,
With gentle conf'rence, soft and affable.
Why doth the world report, that Kate doth limp?
Oh fland'rous world! Kate, like the hazle twig,
Is ftraight and flender; and as brown in hue
As hazel-nuts, and sweeter than the kernels.
O, let me fee thee walk: thou doft not halt.

Cath. Go, fool, and whom thou keep'ft command.
Pet. Did ever Dian fo 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 chaft, and Dian Sportful!

Cath

Cath. Where did you ftudy all this goodly speech?
Pet. It is extempore, from my mother-wit.

Cath. A witty mother, witless else her fon.
Pet. Am I not wife?

Cath. Yes; keep you warm.

Pet. Why, fo I mean, fweet Catharine, in thy bed: And therefore fetting all this chat aside,

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 fee 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 houfhold Kates;
Here comes your father, never make denial,
1 muft and will have Catharine to my Wife.

Enter Baptifta, Gremio, and Tranio.

Bap. Now, Signior Petruchio, how speed you with my daughter?

Pet. How but well, Sir? how but well?

It were impoffible, I fhould fpeed amifs.

Bap. Why, how now, daughter Catharine, in your dumps?

Cath. Call you me daughter? now, I promise you, You've fhew'd a tender fatherly regard,

To wifh me wed to one half lunatick ;

A madcap ruffian, and a fwearing Jack,

That thinks with oaths to face the matter out.

Pet. Father, 'tis thus; your felf and all the World, That talk'd of her, have talk'd amifs of her ;

If she be curft, it is for policy,

For fhe's not froward, but modeft as the dove;
She is not hot, but temperate as the morn;
For patience, fhe will prove a fecond Griffel;
And Roman Lucrece for her chastity.

And, to conclude, we've 'greed fo well together,

That

That upon Sunday is the wedding-day.

Cath. I'll fee thee hang'd on Sunday firft.

Gre. Hark: Petruchio! she says, she'll fee thee hang'd first.

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

Pet. Be patient, Sirs, I chufe her for my felf;
If the and I be pleas'd, what's that to you?
'Tis bargain'd 'twixt us twain, being alone,
That fhe fhall still be curst in company.
I tell you, 'tis incredible to believe

How much he loves me; oh, the kindest Kate!.
She hung about my neck, and kiss on kifs
She vy'd fo faft, protesting oath on oath,
That in a twink the won me to her love.
Oh, you are novices; 'tis a world to fee,
How tame (when men and women are alone)
A meacock wretch can make the curfteft fhrew.
Give me thy hand, Kate, I will unto Venice,
To buy apparel 'gainft the wedding-day;
Father, provide the feast, and bid the guests;
I will be fure, my Catharine fhall be fine.

Bap. I know not what to fay, but give your hands; God fend you joy, Petruchio! 'tis a match.

Gre. Tra. Amen, fay we; we will be witneffes.
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 o' Sunday.

[Ex. Petruchio, and Catharine feverally.
Gre. Was ever match clapt up fo fuddenly?
Bap. Faith, gentlemen, I play a merchant's part,
And venture madly on a defperate mart.

Tra. 'Twas a commodity lay fretting by you;
Twill bring you gain, or perish on the feas.
Bap. The gain I feek is quiet in the match.
Gre. No doubt, but he hath got a quiet catch:
But now, Baptifta, to your younger daughter;
Now is the day we long have looked for ;
I am your neighbour, and was fuitor first.

Tra.