And say she uttereth piercing eloquences
If she do bid me pack, I'll give her thanks,
As though she bid me stay by her a week;
If she deny to wed, I'll crave the day
When I shall ask the banns, and when be married:-
But here she comes; and now, Petruchio, speak.

Enter KATHARINA.
Good morrow, Kate; for that's your name, I hear.
Kath. Well have you heard, but something hard

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.
Kath. Well ta'en, and like a buzzard.
Pet. 0, slow-wing'd turtle! shall a buzzard take

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
Pet. Whose tongue?
Kath. Yours, if you talk of tails; and so farewell.
Pet. What, with my tongue in your tail? nay,

come again,
Good Kate; I am a gentleman,
Kath. That I'll try.

[ 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

80 sour.

Kath. It is my fashion, when I see a crab.
Pet. Why, here's no crab; and therefore look not

sour,
Kath. There is, there is.
Pet. Then show it me.
Kath. Had I a glass, I would.

Pet. What, you mean my face?
Kath. Well aim'd of such a young one.
Pet. Now, by saint George, I am too young for

you.
Kath. Yet you are wither'd.
Pet. 'Tis with cares.
Biath. I care not.
Pet. Nay, hear youl, Kate: in sooth, you 'scape

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,
As Kate this chamber with her princely gait ?
0, be thou Dian, and let her be Kate;
And then let Kate be chaste, and Dian sportful!

Kath. Where did you study all this goodly speech?
Pet. It is extempore, from my mother-wit.
Kath. A witty mother! witless else her son.
Prt. Am I not wise ?
Kath. Yes keep you warm.
Pet. Marry, so I mean, sweet Katharine, in thy bed:

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And therefore, setting all this chat aside,
Thus in plain terms: Your father hath consented
That you shall be my wife; your dowry '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 yoil, Kate;
Aud bring you from a wild Cat to a Kate
Conformable, as other boushold Kates.
Here comes your father; never make denial,
I must and will have Katharine to my wife.

Re-enter BAPTISTA, GREMIO, and TAANIO.
Bap. Now,
Signior Petruchio: How speed you with
My daughter?

Pet How but well, Sir? how but well?
It were impossible, I should speed amiss.
Bap. Why, how now, daughter Katharine ? inz

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.

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