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And twangling Jack, with twenty such vile terms,
As she had studied to misuse me so.
Pet. Now, by the world, it is a lusty wench ;
I love her ten times more than e'er I did;
Oh, how I long to have some chat with her!
Bap. Well, go with me, and be not so discomfited,
Proceed in practice with my younger daughter,
She's apt to learn, and thankful for good turns ;
Signior Petruchio, will you go with us,
Or shall I send my daughter Kate to you?
Pet. I pray you, do. I will attend her here,
[Exit. Bap. with Grem. Horten. and Tranie. And wooe her with some spirit when she comes. Say, that she rail ; why, then I'll tell her plain, She sings as sweetly as a nightingale : Say, that the frowns ; I'll say, the looks as clear As morning roses newly wash'd with dew; Say, she be mute, and will not speak a word; Then I'll commend her volubility ; And say, she uttereth piercing eloquence : If she do bid me pack, I'll give her thanks, As tbo' she bid me stay by her a week ; If she deny to wed, I'll crave the day When I shall ask the banes, and when be married But here she comes, and now, Petruchio, speak.
Enter Catharina. Good morrow, Kate; for that's your name, I hear. Cath. Well have you heard, but something hard of
hearing They call me Catharine, that do talk of me. Pet. You lie, in faith, for you are callid plain
And bonny Kate, and sometimes Kate the curft :
But Kate, the prettiest Kate in christendom,
Kate of Kate-ball, my fuper-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 founded,
Yet not so deeply as to thee belongs:
My self am mov'd to wooe thee for my wife.
Cath. Mov'd ? in good time; let him that mov'd you
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 hast hit it; come, fit on me.
Cath. Asses are made to bear, and so are you.
Pet. Women are made to bear, and so are you.
Cath. No such 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 light
Cath. Too light for fuch a swain as you to catch ;
And yet as heavy as my weight should be.
Pet. Should beer; Thould buz.
Cath. Well ta'en, and like a buzzard.
Per. Oh, flow-wing'd turtle, shall a buzzard take
thee? Cath. Ay, for a turtle, as he takes a buzzard. Pet. Come, come, you wasp, i'faith, you are too
Cath. 'If I be wafpish, 'beft beware my fting.
Pet. My Remedy is then to pluck it out.
Cath. 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?
Cath. Yours, if you talk of tails; and fo farewel.
Pet. What with my tongue in your tail ? nay, come
Good Kate, I am a gentleman,
Cath. That I'll try.
[She Arikes him. Pet. I swear, I'll cuff you, if you strike again. Cath. 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 ? oh, put me in thy books.
Cath. What is your creft, a coxcomb ?
Pet. A combless cock, so Kate will be
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 so
fower. Cath. There is, there is. Pet. Then, shew it me. Cath. Had I a glass, I would. Pet. What, you mean my face ? Cath. Well 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; in footh, you'fcape not so. Cath. I chafe you if I tarry ; let me go.
Pet. No, not a whit; I find you pafling gentle :
'Twas told me, you were rough, and coy, and sullen,
And now I find Report a very liar ;
For thou art pleasant, gamesom, passing courteous,
But flow in speech, yet sweet as spring-time flowers.
Thou canst not frown, thou canst not look ascance,
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, soft and affable.
Why doth the world report, that Kate doth limp?
Oh sland'rous world! Kate, like the hazle-twig,
Is strait and slender ; and as brown in hue
As hazle-nuts, and sweeter than the kernels.
0, let me see thee walk: thou dost not halt.
Cath. Go, fool, and whom thou keep'ît 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 chast, and Dian (portful !
Cath. Where did you study all this goodly speech?
. Pet. It is extempore, from my mother-wit.
Cath. A witty mother, witless else her son.
Pet. Am I not wise?
Cath. Yes ;keep you warm.
Pet. Why, so I mean, sweet Catharine, in thy bed:
And therefore setting all this chat aside,
Thus in plain terms : your father hath consented,
shall 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 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 you, Kate;
And bring you from a wild cat to a Kate,
Conformable as other houshold Kates;
Here comes your father, never make denial,
I must and will have Catharine to my Wife.
Enter Baptista, Gremio, and Tranio.
Bap. Now, Signior Petruchio, how speed you with
Pet. How but well, Sir ? how but well ?
It were impoflible, I should speed amiss.
Bap. Why, how now, daughter Catharine, in your
Cath. Call you me daughter ? now, I promise you,
You've shew'd a tender fatherly regard,
To with 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; your self 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 second Grisel;
And Roman Lucrece for her chastity.
And, to conclude, we've 'greed so well together,
That upon Sunday is the wedding-day.
Cath. I'll see thee hang'd on Sunday first.
Gre. Hark : Petruchio ? she says, she'll see thee hang'd
firft. Tra. Is this your speeding? nay, then, good night,
Pet. Be patient, Sirs, I chufe her for my self;
If she and I be pleas’d, what's that to you?
'Tis bargain'd 'cwixt us twain, being alone,
That she shall still be curft in company.
I tell you, 'tis incredible to believe
How much she loves me ; oh, the kindest Kate !
She hung about my neck, and kiss on kiss
She vy'd so fast, protesting oath on oath,
That in a twink she won me to her love.
Oh, you are novices ; 'tis a world to see,
How tame (when men and women are alone)
A meacock wretch can make the curftest shrew.
Give me thy hand, Kate, I will unto Verice,
To buy apparel 'gainst the wedding day;
Father, provide the feast, and bid the guests;
I will be sure, my Catharine shall be fine.
Bap. I know not what to say, but give your hands ; God send you joy, Petruchio ! 'tis a match.
Gre. Tra. Amen, say we; we will be witnesses.
Pet. Father, and wife, and Gentlemen, adier ;
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.
[Ex. Petruchio, and Catharine severally, Gre. Was ever match clapt up so suddenly?
Bap. Faith, gentlemen, I play a merchant's part, And venture madly on a desperate mart.
Tra. 'Twas a commodity lay fretting by you ; 'Twill bring you gain, or perish on the seas.
Bap. The gain I seek 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 suitor first.