(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 fpoke of, and thy beauties founded,
Yet not fo deeply as to thee belongs :

Myfelf am mov'd to woo thee for my wife.

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

Remove you hence; I knew you at the first

You were a moveable.

Pet. Why, what's a moveable?

Cath. A join'd stool.

Pet. Thou haft hit it; come, fit on me.

[hither,

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 burden thee; For knowing thee to be but young and lightCath. Too light for fuch a fwain 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 wafpifh, 'beit beware my fting,

Pet. My remedy is then to pluck it out.

Gath. 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?

and fo farewel. in your tail? nay, come

Cath. Yours, if you talk of tails; Pet. What, with my tongue Good Kate, I am a gentleman.

If

Cath. That I'll try.

[again,

[She ftrikes him.

Pet. I fwear I'll cuff you, if you ftrike again.
Cath. So may you lose your arms.

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.

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Cath.

Cath. What is your creft, a coxcomb ?

Pet. A comblefs 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
Cath. It is my fashion, when I fee a crab.

[fower.

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

Cath. There is, there is.

Pet. Then fhew it me.

[fower.

Cath. Had I glass, I would.

Pet. What, you mean my face?

Cath. Wel aim'd, of such 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; 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,
But flow in fpeech, yet sweet as fpring-time flowers.
Thou canst not frown, thou canst not look afcance,
Nor bite the lip, as angry wenches will,

Nor haft thou pleasure to be cross in talk;
But thou with mildness entertain'st thy wooers,
With gentle conf'rence, foft and affable.

Why doth the world report, that Kate doth limp?
Oh, fland'rous world! Kate, like the hazle twig,
Is ftrait, and flender; and as brown in hue
As hazle nuts, and fweeter 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 chaste, and Dian sportful!
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.

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 fhall 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,
I must and will have Catharine to my wife.

Enter Baptifta, Gremio, and Tranio.

Bap. Now, Signior Petruchio, how speed you with my Pet. How but well, Sir? how but well?

It were impoffible I should speed amifs.

[daughter?

Bap. Why,how now,daughter Catharine,in yourdumps? Cath. Call you me daughter? now, I promise you, You've fhew'd a tender fatherly regard,

To wish me wed to one half lunatick ;
A madcap 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 amifs of her ;
If the be curft, it is for policy,

For fhe's not froward, but modest 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 upon Sunday is the wedding-day.

Cath. I'll fee thee hang'd on Sunday first.
Gre.Hark: Petruchio! fhe fays, fhe'll fee thee hang'd first.
Tra. Is this your fpeeding? nay, then, good-night dur
Pet. Be patient, Sirs, I chufe her for myfelf; [part!

If

If the and I be pleas'd, what's that to you?
"Tis bargain'd 'twixt us twain, being alone,
That the fhall ftill be curft in company.
I tell you, 'tis incredible to believe

How much the loves me; oh, the kindeft Kate!
She hung about my neck, and kifs on kifs
She vy'd fo falt, protefting 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 feaft, and bid the guests;
I will be fure, my Catharine thall 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 kifs me, Kate, we will be married a Sunday.
[Exe. Petruchio, and Catharine jeverally.
Gre. Was ever match clapt up fo fuddenly?
Bap. Faith, gentlemen, I play a merchant's part;
And venture madly on a desperate mart.

Tra. "Iwas a commodity lay fretting by you;
"Twill bring you gain, or perish on the feas
Bap. The gain f 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. And I am one, that love Bianca more
Than words can witness, or your thoughts can guess.
Gre. Youngling! thou canst not love fo dear as I.
Tra. Grey-beard! thy love doth freeze.

Gre. But thine doth fry.

Skipper, ftand back; 'tis age, that nourisheth.
Tra. But youth, in ladies eyes that flourisheth.
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Bat.

Bap. Content you,entlemen, Iwill compound this ftrife;
"Tis deeds muft win the prize; and he, of both,
That can affure my daughter greatest dower,
Shall have Bianca's love.

Say, Signior Gremio, what can you affure her?
Gre. First, as you know, my houfe within the city
Is richly furnished with plate and gold,

Bafons and ewers to lave her dainty hands:
My hangings all of Tyrian tapestry;
In ivory coffers I have stufft my crowns;
In cyprefs chefts my arras, counterpanes,
Coftly apparel, tents and canopies,

Fine linnen, Turkey cushions bofs'd with pearl;
Valance of Venice gold in needle-work;
Pewter and brafs, and all things that belong
To houfe, or houfe-keeping: Then, at my farm,
I have a hundred milch-kine to the pail,
Sixfcore fat oxen standing in my ftalls s;
And all things answerable to this portion..
Myfelf am ftruck in years, I must confefs,
And if I die-to-morrow, this is hers;
If, whilft I live, fhe will be only mine.

Tra. That only came well in.-Sir, lift to me;
I am my father's heir, and only fon;
If I may have your daughter to my wife,
'I'll leave her houses three or four as good,
Within rich Pifa walls, as any one
Old Signior Gremio has in Padua;
Befides two thousand ducats by the year

Of fruitful land; all which fhall be her jointure.

What, have I pinch'd you, Signior Gremio?

Gre. Two thousand ducats by the year of land! (14)

(14) Gre. Two thousand ducats by the year of land!

My land amounts not to fo much in all:

That fhe fhall have, and]

My

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