Pet. Am I not wife? Cath. Yes; keep you warm. Pet. Why, fo I mean, fweet Catharine, in thy bed: Thus in plain terms: Your father hath confented, Enter Baptifta, Gremio, and Tranio. Bap. Now, Signior Petruchio, how speed you with my Pet. How but well, Sir? how but well [daughter? 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 with me wed to one half lunatick; That thinks with oaths to face the matter out. For fhe's not froward, but modeft as the dove: And Roman Lacrece for her chastity. And, to conclude, we've 'greed fo well together, That upon Sunday is the wedding day. Cath. P'il fee thee hang'd on Sunday first. Gre. Hark: Petruchio! the fays, fhe'll see thee hang'd firft. Tra. Is this your speeding? nay, then, good-night our Pet. Be patient, Sirs, I chuse her for myself; [part! If the and I be pleas'd, what's that to you? 'Tis bargain'd 'twixt us twain, being alone, That the fhall still be curft in company. I tell you, 'tis incredible to believe How much he loves me; oh, the kindeft 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 witnesses. We will have rings and things, and fine array; [Exe. Petruchio, and Catharine feverally Tra. 'Twas a commodity lay fretting by you; Tra. And I am one, that love Bianca more Gre. But thine doth fry. Skipper, ftand back; 'tis age, that nourisheth. R Bap. Bap. Content you, Gentlemen, I will 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 assure her? Gre. First, as you know, my houfe within the city Bafons and ewers to lave her dainty hands: Fine linnen, Turkey cushions bofs'd with pearl; Of fruitful land; all which fhall be her jointure. What, have I pinch'd you, Signior Gremio? Gre. Two thoufand 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 she shall bave, and} My Though all the copies concur in this reading, furely, if we examine Gremio is ftartled at the reafoning, fomething will be found wrong. the high fettlement Tranio propofes, fays, his whole eftate in land can't match it, yet he'll fettle fo much a year upon her, &c. This is mock-reafoning, or I don't know what to call it. The change of the negativi My land amounts but to fo much in all: Tra. Gremio, 'tis known, my father hath no less Tra. Why, then the maid is mine from all the world, By your firm promife; Gremio is out-vied. Bap. I must confefs, your offer is the beft; And let your father make her the affurance, She is your own, elfe you must pardon me: If you fhould die before him, where's her dower? Tra. That's but a cavil; he is old, I young. Gre. And may not young men die, as well as old? My daughter Catharine is to be married: And fo I take my leave, and thank you both. [Exit. Gre. Adieu, good neighbour.-Now I fear thee not: Sirrah, young gamefter, your father were a fool Set foot under thy table: tut! a toy ! Tra. A vengeance on your crafty wither'd hide per [Exit. Ay, negative monofyllable in the fecord line, which Mr. Warburton prefcrib'd, falves the abfurdity, and fets the paffage right. Gremio and Tranio are vying in their offers to carry Bianca: The latter boldly pro po'es to fettle land to the amount of 2000 ducats Annum. fays the other; my whole eftate in land amounts but to that value: Yet the fhall have that; I'll cudow her with the Whole; and confign a rich veffel to her ufe, over and above. Thus all is intelligible, and he goes on to cutbid his rival. R 2 Yet Yet I have fac'd it with a card of ten : Do get their children; but in this cafe of wooing, A child fhall get a fire, if I fail not of my cunning. [Exit. The prefenters, above, fpeak here. Sly. Sim, when will the fool come again? Sim. Anon, my Lord. Sly. Give's fome more drink here bere, Sim, eat fome of these things. Sim. So I do, my Lord. Sly. Here, Sim, I drink to thee. where's the tapfler? F A C T III. SCENE, Baptifta's House. Enter Lucentio, Hortenfio, and Bianca. LUCENTI O. Idler, forbear; you grow too forward, Sir: Her fifter Catharine welcom'd you withal? Hor. [She is a fhrew, but,] Wrangling pedant, this is (15) The patronefs of heavenly harmony; The patronefs of heavenly harmony.] There can be no reafon, why Horter fio fhould begin with an hemistich; but much lefs, why Mr. Pope fhould have yet curtail'd this hemistich, against the authority of all the old copies, which read; But, wrangling Pedant, this is The words which I have added to fill the verfe, being purely by conjecture, and fupply'd by the fenfe that feems requir'd, without any traces of a corrupted reading left, to authorize or found them upon; I have for that reafon inclofed them within crotchets, to be embraced or rejected, at every reader's pleasure. |