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And say she uttereth piercing eloquences
of hearing; They call me Katharine, that do talk of me.
Pet. You lie, in faith; for you are callid 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 hither, Remove'yon 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 mcan.
Pet. Alas, good Kate! I will not burthen thee: For, knowing thee to be but young and ght,
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.
thee? Kath. Ay, for a turtle; as he takes a bizzard. Pet. Come, come, you wasp; i'fáith, 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
[ 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
Kath. It is my fashion, when I see a crab.
Pet. What, you mean my face?
not so. Kath. I'chafe you, if I tarry; let me go.
Pet. No, not a whit; I find your passing gentle. 'Twas told me, you were rongh, and coy, and sullen, And now I find report a very liar; l'or thou art, pleasant, gamesome, passing courteous; But slow in speech, yet sweet as spring-time flowers: Thou canst not frown, thou canst not look askanće, Nor bite the lip, as angry weiches will; Nor hast thou pleasure to be cross in talk; But thou with miliness 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 hụe, 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'stcommand,
Pet. Did cver Dian so become a grove,
Kath. Where did you study all this goodly speech?
And therefore, setting all this chat aside,
Re-enter BAPTISTA, GREMIO, and TAANIO.
Pet How but well, Sir? how but well?
your dunyps ? Kath. Call you me, daughter? now, I promise you, You have show'd a tender fatherly regard, To wish me wed to one half lunatick; 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 curst, 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 seconde Grissel; And Roman Lucrece for her 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. i Gre. Hark, Petruchio! she says, she'll see thee
hang'd first. Trå. 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 ns twain, being alone, That she shall still be curst in company. I tell yon, 'tis incredible to believe How much she loves me. 0, the kindest Kate! She hung abont my neck; and kiss on kiss She vied so fast, protesting oath on oath, That in a twink she won me to her love. 0, you are novices ! 'tis a world to see, How tame, when men and women are alone, A meacock wretch can make the curstest shrew. Give me thy hand, hate, I will unto Venice, To buy apparel 'gainst the wedding-day: Provide the feast, father, and bid the guests; I will be sure, my Katharine shall be fine. Bap. I know not what to say: but give me your
hamis ; God send you joy, Petruchio! 'tis a match,
Gre, Tra. Ameri, 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 o' sunday.
(Exeunt PETAUCHio and KATHARINE, severallyi Gre. Was ever match clap'd up so, suddenly ? Bap. Faith, Gentlemen, now I play a merchant's
| part, 1 And venture madly on a desperate mart.
Įra, 'Twas a commodity lay fretting by you: "Twill bring you gain, or perish on the sea's.