Or fhall I fend my daughter Kate to you? [Exit Bap. with Grem. Horten. and Tranio. Say, that the frowns; I'll fay, fhe looks as clear And fay, the uttereth piercing eloquence: When I fhall ask the banes, and when be married? 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: My Self am mov'd to wooe thee for my wife Remove you hence; I knew you at the first 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. Cath. Affes are made to bear, and fo are you. Pet. Women are made to bear, 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 lightCath. Too light for such a swain as you to catch; And yet as heavy as my weight should 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. Gath. If I be wafpifh, 'beft beware my sfting. Cath. Ah, if the fool could find it, where it lies. Pet. Who knows not, where a wafp doth wear his fting? 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 again, Good Kate, I am a gentleman. If Cath. That I'll try. Pet. I fwear, I'll cuff you, if you Cath. So may you lose your arms. [She ftrikes him. ftrike again. you ftrike me, you are no gentleman; And if no gentleman, why, then no arms. Pet. A herald, Kate? oh, put me in thy books. Pet. A comblefs cock, fo Kate will be my hen. Cath. It is my fashion, when I fee a crab. Pet. Why, here's no crab, and therefore look not fo fower. VOL. II. X Gath. 1 Cath. There is, there is. Pet. Then thew 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. Gath. I care not. Pet. Nay, hear you, Kate; Infooth, you 'fcape not fo. Cath. 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 pleasant, gamefome, paffing courteous, Nor haft thou pleasure to be cross in talk: Why doth the world report, that Kate doth limp? As Kate this chamber with her princely gaite? And then let Kate be chaft, and Dian Sportful! Cath. Where did you ftudy all this goodly fpeech? Cath. Yes; keep you warm. Pet. Why, fo I mean, fweet Catharine, in thy bed: And therefore fetting all this chat afide, Thus Thus in plain terms: your father hath confented, 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 th. dumps? Call you me daughter? now, I promise you You've fhew'd a tender fatherly regard, To with me wed to one half lunatick; A madcap ruffian, and a fwearing Jack, That thinks with oaths to face the matter out. If fhe be curft, it is for policy, For fhe's not froward, but modeft as the dove: And, to conclude, we've 'greed fo well together, Cath. I'll fee thee hang'd on Sunday firft. Gre. Hark: Petruchio! the fays, fhe'll see 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? How much she loves me; oh, the kindeft Kate! 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 witnesses. We will have rings and things, and fine array; [Ex. Petruchio, and Catharine feverally. Tra. 'Twas a commodity lay fretting by you; Tra. And I am one, that love Biancha more Gre. But thine doth fry. Skipper. ftand back; 'tis age, that nourisheth. Bap. |