Is, that he is intolerably froward;

If that you can away with, fhe is yours.

Grum. I pray you, Sir, let her fee him while the 'humour lafts. O' my word, an' she knew him as well • as I do, she would think scolding would do little good < upon him. She may perhaps call him half a score knaves, or fo; why, that's nothing; an' he begin once, she'll 'find her match. I'll tell you what, Sir, an' fhe stand ⚫ him but a little, he will throw a figure in her face, and 'fo disfigure her with it, that she shall have no more eyes to fee withal than a cat-You know him not, Sir. will woo her, Sir?'

• Bap. And you

Pet. Why came I hither but to that intent? Think you a little din can daunt my ears?

Have I not in my time heard lions roar?

• Have I not heard the fea puff'd up with winds?
• Have I not heard great ord'nance in the field,
'And heav'n's artillery thunder in the skies?'
Have I not in a pitched battle heard

Loud 'larums, neighing fteeds, and trumpets clang?
And do you tell me of a woman's tongue,
That gives not half so great a blow to hear,
As will a chefnut in a farmer's fare?

Tufh, tush! fcare boys with bugs!

Bap. Then thou'rt the man;

The man of Cath'rine, and her father too:
That fhall fhe know, and know my mind at once.
I'll portion her above her gentle fister,

New-married to Hortenfio:

And if with fcurril taunt, and fqueamish pride,
She make a mouth, and will not tafte her fortune,

I'll turn her forth to feek it in the world;

Nor henceforth fhall the know her father's doors.

Pet. Say'it thou me fo? then as your daughter, Signor, Is rich enough to be Petruchio's wife;

Be the as curft as Socrates' Zantippe,

She moves me not a whit

were the as rough

As are the fwelling Adriatic feas,'

I come to wive it wealthily in Padua ;

If wealthily, then happily in Padua.

Bap. Well may't thou woo, and happy be thy (peed;

But be thou arm'd for fome unhappy words.

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Pit.

Pet. Ay, to the proof, as mountains are for winds, That shake not, tho' they blow perpetually.' Catharine and the Mufic-mafter make a noife within. Muficmaft. (within.) Help! help!

Cath. (within.) Out of the houfe, you fcraping fool. Pet. What noife is that?

Bap. Oh, nothing; this is nothing

My daughter Catharine and her mufic-mafter;
This is the third I've had within this month:
She is an enemy to harmony.

Enter Mufic-mafter.

How now, friend, why doft look fo pale?

Mufic-maft. For fear, I promise you, if I do look pale. Bap. What, will my daughter prove a good mufician? Mufic-maft. I think fhe'll fooner prove a foldier; Iron may hold with her, but never lutes.

Bap. Why, then, thou canst not break her to the lute? Mufic-maft. Why, no; for the hath broke the lute to me. I did but tell her the miftook her frets,

And bow'd her hand to teach her fingering,
When with a moft impatient devilith fpirit,

Frets call you them? quoth fhe, I'll fret your fool's cap:
And with that word fhe ftruck me on the head,
And through the inftrument my pate made way;
And there 1 ftood amazed for a while,

As on a pillory, looking thro' the lute:
While fhe did call me rafcal-fidler,

And twangling Jack, with twenty fuch vile terms,
As he hath 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 a grapple with her!

Mufic-maft. I wou'd not make another trial with her, To purchase Padua: for what is past,

I'm paid fufficiently: if, at your leifure,
You think my broken fortunes, head and lute,
Deferve fome reparation, you know where `
T'inquire for me; and fo, good gentlemen,
I am your much diforder'd humble fervant.
Bap. Not yet mov'd, Petruchio? do you Alinch?
Pet. I am more and more impatient, Sir; and long
To be a partner in thefe favourite pleafures.

[Exit

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Bap. O, by all means, Sir-will you go with me, Or fhall I fend my daughter Kate to you?

Pet. I pray you do, I will attend her here. [Exit Bap. Grumio, retire, and wait my call within.' [Exit Grum. Since that her father is so resolute,

I'll woo her with fome spirit when she comes.
Say that she rail, why then, I'll tell her plain
She fings as fweetly as a nightingale:

Say that the frown, I'll fay the looks as clear
As morning rofes newly wafh'd with dew;
Say fhe be mute, and will not speak a word,
Then I'll commend her volubility,
And say the uttereth piercing eloquence:
If fhe 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 shall ask the banns, and when be married.?
But here she comes; and now, Petruchio, speak.
Enter Catharine.

Cath. How! turn'd adrift, nor know my father's house! Reduc'd to this, or none, the maid's laft pray'r!

Sent to be woo'd like bear unto the ftake!

Trim wooing like to be!

For I fhall bait him.

-and he the bear, -yet the man's a man.

Pet. Kate in a calm!-maids must not be wooers. Good morrow, Kate, for that's your name I hear. Cath. Well have you heard, but impudently faid; They call me Catharine that do talk of me.

Pet. You lie, in faith; for you are call'd plain Kate, And bonny Kate, and fometimes Kate the curst; But Kate the prettieft Kate in Christendom. Take this of me, Kate of my confolation! Hearing thy mildnefs prais'd in ev'ry town, Thy virtues spoke of, and thy beauty founded, Thy affability and bashful modefty,

(Yet not fo deeply as to thee belongs,') Myself am mov'd to woo thee for my wife.

Cath. Mov'dingood time; let him that mov'd you hither,

Remove you hence! I knew you at the first,

You were a moveable.

Pet. A moveable! why, what's that?
Cath. A joint-tool.

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Pet. Thou haft hit it; come, fit on me.
Cath. Affes are made to bear, and fo are you.
Pet. Women are made to bear, and fo are you.
Alas, good Kate, I will not burden thee;
For knowing thee to be but young and light-
Cath. Too light for such a swain as you to catch.
[Going
Pet. Come, come, you wafp; i'faith you are too angry.
Cath. If I be wafpifh, 'beft beware my fting.
Pet. My remedy then is to pluck it out,

Cath. Ay, if the fool could find out where it lies.
Pet. The fool knows where the honey is, fweet Kate.

Cath. 'Tis not for drones to tafte.
Pet. That will I try.

[Offers to kiss her.

[She ftrikes him.

I fwear I'll cuff you, if you ftrike again.
Nay, come, Kate, come; you must not look so four.
Cath. How can I help it, when I fee that face?
But I'll be fhock'd no longer with the fight.

[Going.
Pet. Nay, hear you, Kate; in footh you 'scape 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 are pleasant, gamefome, paffing courteous,
But flow in fpeech, yet fweet as fpring-time flowers;
Thou can't not frown, thou can'ft not look afcance,
Nor bite the lip as angry wenches will,

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

Cath. This is beyond all patience: don't provoke me
Pet. 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 sweeter than the kernels.
O let me fee thee walk, thou doft not halt.

Cath. Go, fool, and whom thou keep'st command.
Pet. Did ever Dian' fo become a grove,
As Kate this chamber, with her princely gaite?
Oh be thou Dian', and let her be Kate;
And then let Kate be chafte, and Dian' sportful.

Cath

Cath. Where did you ftudy all this goodly fpeech?
Pet. It is extempore, from my mother-wit.

Cath. A witty mother, witlefs elfe her fon.
Pet. Am I not wife?

Cath. Yes, in your own conceit;

Keep yourself warm with that, or else you'll freeze.
Pet. Or rather warm me in thy arms, my Kate!
And therefore fetting all this chat aside,

Thus in plain terms, your father hath confented
That you shall be my wife; your dowry 'greed on;
And will you, nill you, I will marry you.

Cath. Whether I will or no?-O Fortune's fpite!
Pet. Nay, 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.

Cath. That will admit difpute, my faucy groom. Pet. Here comes your father; never make denial. I must and will have Catharine to my wife.

Enter Baptifta.

Bap. Now, Signor, now, how speed you with my daughter?

Pet. How fhou'd I speed but well, Sir? how but well? It were impoffible I should speed amiss.

Bap. Why, how now, daughter Catharine, in your dumps?

Cath. Call me daughter? Now I promise you, You've show'd a tender fatherly regard,

To with me wed to one half lunatic;

A mad-cap ruffian and a fwearing jack,

That thinks with oaths to face the matter out.

Bap. Better this jack than ftarve, and that's your portion

Pet. Father, 'tis thus; yourself and all the world That talk'd of her, have talk'd amifs of her.

If she be curft, it is for policy;

For fhe's not froward, but modeft as the dove;
She is not hot, but temperate as the morn;
For patience, the will prove a fecond Griffel;
And Roman Lucrece, for her chastity;

And,