You have but jefted with me all this while;
I prethee, Sifter Kate, untie my Hands,

Kath. If that be Jeft, then all the reft is fo. [Strikes her. Enter Baptifta.

Bap. Why how now Dame, whence grows this Infolence? Bianca, ftand afide; poor Girl, the weeps; Go ply thy Needle, meddle not with her.

For Thame, thou Hilding of a devilish Spirit,

Why doft thou wrong her, that did ne'er wrong thee?
When did the cross thee with a bitter word?

Kath. Her Silence flouts me, and I'll be reveng'd.

[Flies after Bianca. Bap. What in my fight? Bianca, get thee in. [Exit Bian. Kath. What, will you not fuffer me? Nay, I fee She is your Treafure, fhe muft have a Husband, I muft Dance bare-foot on her Wedding-day, And for your Love to her lead Apes in Hell; Talk not to me, I will go fit and weep, 'Till I can find occafion of Revenge.

Bap. Was ever Gentleman thus griev'd as I? But who comes here?

[Exit Kath.

Enter Gremio, Lucentio in the Habit of a mean Man, Petruchio with Hortenfio like a Musician, Tranio and Biondello bearing a Lute and Books.

Gre. Good morrow, Neighbour Baptifta.

Bap. Good morrow, Neighbour Gremio: God fave you Gentlemen.

Pet. And you, good Sir; Pray have you not a Daughter call'd Katharina, fair and virtuous?

Bap. I have a Daughter, Sir, call'd Katharina.

Gre. You are too blunt, go to it orderly.

Pet. You wrong me, Signior Gremio, give me leave.

I am a Gentleman of Verona, Sir,

That hearing of her Beauty and her Wit.

Her Affability and bashful Modefty,

Her wonderous Qualities, and mild Behaviour,

Am bold to fhew my felf a forward Gueft

Within your Houfe, to make mine Eye the Witness
Of that Report, which I fo oft have heard.

And for an entrance to my Entertainment, [Prefenting Hor.
I do prefent you with a Man of mine,

Q3

Cunning

Cunning in Mufick, and the Mathematicks,
To inftru&t her fully in thofe Sciences,
Whereof I know the is not ignorant :
Accept of him, or elfe you do me wrong,
His Name is Licio, born in Mantua.

Bap. Y'are welcome, Sir, and he for your good fake.
But for my Daughter Katharine, this I know,
She is not for your turn, the more's my Grief.
Pet. I fee you do not mean to part with her,
Or else you like not of my Company.

Bap. Miftake me not, I fpeak but what I find.
Whence are you, Sir? What may I call your Name?
Pet. Petruchio is my Name, Antonio's Son,
A Man well known throughout all Italy.

Bap. I know him well: You are welcome for his fake. Gre. Saving your Tale, Petruchio, I pray let us that are poor Petitioners speak too. Baccare, you are marvellous

forward.

Pet. Oh, pardon me, Signior Gremio, I would fain be doing.

Gre. I doubt it not, Sir, but you will curfe Your wooing, Neighbours. This is a Gift Very grateful, I am fure of it: To exprefs The like kindness my felf, that have been More kindly beholding to you than any: Free leave give unto this young Scholar, that hath Been long ftudying at Rhemes, as cunning [Prefenting Luc, In Greek, Latin, and other Languages,

As the other in Mufick and Mathematicks;

His Name is Cambio; pray accept his Service.
Bap. A thoufand thanks, Signior Gremio:

Welcome, good Cambio. But, gentle Sir,
Methinks you walk like a Stranger,

[To Tranio

May I be fo bold, to know the Caufe of your coming?

Tra. Pardon me, Sir, the Boldnefs is mine own,
That being a Stranger in this City here,

Do make my felf a Sutor to your Daughter,
Unto Bianca, Fair and Virtuous:

Nor is your firm Refolve unknown to me,
In the Preferment of the eldeft Sifter.

This Liberty is all that I request,

That

That upon knowledge of my Parentage,

I may have welcome 'mongst the reft that woo,
And free accefs and favour as the reft.

And toward the Education of your Daughters,
I here beftow a fimple Inftrument,

And this fmall Packet of Greek and Latin Books.
If you accept them, then their Worth is great.
Bap. Lucentio is your Name? of whence, I pray?
Tra. Of Pifa, Sir, Son to Vincentio.

Bap. A mighty Man of Pifa; by Report
I know him well; You are very welcome, Sir.
Take you the Lute, and you the fet of Books,
You shall go fee your Pupils prefently.

Holla, within.

Enter a Servant.

Sirra, lead thefe Gentlemen

To my two Daughters, and then tell them both
Thefe are their Tutors, bid them ufe them well.
We will go walk a little in the Orchard,

And then to Dinner. You are paffing Welcome,
And fo I pray you all to think your felves.
Pet. Signior Baptifta, my Bufinefs asketh hafte,
And every day I cannot come to woo.
You know my Father well, and in him me,
Left folely Heir to all his Lands and Goods,
Which I have better'd rather than decreas'd,
Then tell me, if I get your Daughter's Love,
What Dowry fhall I have with her to Wife.
Bap. After my Death, the one half of my Lands,
And in poffeffion twenty thoufand Crowns.
Pet. And for that Dowry, I'll affure her of
Her Widowhood, be it that the furvive me,
In all my Lands and Leafes whatfoever,
Let Specialities be therefore drawn between us,
That Covenants may be kept on either hand.
Bap. Ay, when the fpecial thing is well obtain'd,
That is, her Love: for that is all in all.

Pet. Why that is nothing: For I tell you, Father, I am peremptory as the proud-minded.

And where two raging Fires meet together

They do confume the thing that feeds their Fury.

Tho' little Fire grows great with little Wind,
Yet extream Gufts will blow out Fire and all:
So I to her, and fo fhe yields to me,

For I am rough, and woo not like a Babe.

Bap. Well may'ft thou woo, and happy be thy fpeed:
But be thou arm'd for fome unhappy Words.

Pet. Ay, to the proof, as Mountains are for Winds,
That thake not, tho' they blow perpetually.

Enter Hortenfio with his Head broke.

Bap. How now my Friend, why deft thou look fo pale?
Hor. For fear, I promife you, if I look pale.

Bap. What, will my Daughter prove a good Mufician?
Hor. I think he'll fooner prove a Soldier,

Iron may hold with her, but never Lutes.

Bap. Why then thou canst not break her to the Lute?
Her. Why no, for fhe hath broke the Lute to me;

I did but tell her fhe miftook her Frets,

And bow'd her Hand to teach her Fingering,
When, with a moft impatient devilish Spirit,

Frets call you them? quoth fhe, I'll Fume with them:
And with that word fhe ftruck me on the Head,
And through my Inftrument my Pate made way,
And there I ftood amazed for a while,

As on a Pillory, looking through the Lute;
While fhe did call me Rafcal, Fidler,

And twangling Jack, with twenty fuch vile Terms,
As fhe had ftudied to mifufe me fo.

Pet. Now, by the World, it is a lufty Wench,
I love her ten times more than e'er I did;

Oh how I long to have fome Chat with her.

Bap. Well go with me, and be not fo difcomfited.
Proceed in practife with my younger Daughter,
She's apt to learn, and thankful for good turns;
Signior Petruchio, will you go with us,
Or fhall I fend my Daughter Kate to you.
Per. I pray you do. I will attend her here,

[Exit Bap. Manet Petruchio.
And woo her with fome fpirit when the comes.
Say that he Rail, when then I'll tell her plain
She Sings as fweetly as a Nightingale :
Say that the Frown, I'll fay the looks as clear

As

As Morning Roles newly wafh'd with Dew;
Say the be mute, and will not fpeak a Word,
Then I'll commend her Volubility,

And fay the uttereth piercing Eloquence:
If the do bid me pack, I'll give her thanks,
As tho' fhe bid me ftay by her a Week;
If the deny to wed, I'll crave the Day

When I fhall ask the Banes, and when be married.
But here fhe comes, and now Petruchio fpeak.
Enter Katharina.

Good Morrow Kate, for that's your Name I hear. Kath. Well have you heard, but fomething hard of hearing.

They call me Katherine, that do talk of me.

Pet. You lye infaith, for you are call'd plain Kate,
And bonny Kate, and fometimes Kate the Curft:
But Kate, the prettieft Kate in Christendom,
Kate of Kate-ball, my Supper-dainty Kate,
For Dainties are all Kates; 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 Beauty founded,
Yet not fo deeply as to thee belongs,

My felf am mov'd to woo thee for my Wife.

Kath. Mov'd! in good time; let him that mov'd you hither, Remove you hence; I knew you at the fift

You were a Moveable.

Pet. Why, what's a Moveable?

Kath. A join'd Stool.

Pet. Thou haft hit it; Come, fit on me.
Kath.Affes are made to bear, and fo are you.

Pet. Women are made to bear, and fo are you.
Kath. No fuch Jade, Sir, as you, if me you mean.
Pet. A'as, good Kate, I will not burthen thee,
For knowing thee to be but young and light-
Kath. Too light for fuch a Swain as you to catch.
And
yet as heavy as my weight fhould be.

Pet. Should be! fhould! buz.

Kath. Well ta'en, and like a Buzzard.

Pet. Oh flow-wing'd Turtle, fhall a Buzzard take thee? Kath. Ay, for a Turtle, as he takes a Buzzard.

Pet.