And twangling Jack, with twenty fuch vile terms, Pet. Now, by the world, it is a lufty wench; Or fhall I fend my daughter Kate to you? [Exit. Bap. with Grem. Horten. and Tranio. Say, that the frowns; I'll fay, the looks as clear 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: 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. 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. Cath. Too light for fuch a swain as you to catch; 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. Cath. Ah, if the fool could find it, where it lies. 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; Pet. 1 Pet. A herald, Kate? oh, put me in thy books. 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: For thou art pleafant, gamefom, paffing courteous, Nor haft thou pleasure to be cross in talk: Cath. Go, fool, and whom thou keep'ft command. Cath Cath. Where did you ftudy all this goodly speech? Cath. A witty mother, witless else her fon. 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, 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; 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; How much he loves me; oh, the kindest 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 witneffes. I will to Venice, Sunday comes apace, We will have rings and things, and fine array; [Ex. Petruchio, and Catharine feverally. Tra. 'Twas a commodity lay fretting by you; Tra. |