Or fhall I send my daughter Kate to you?

Pet. I pray you, do. I will attend her here:
[Exit Bap. with Grem. Horten. and Tranio.
And wooe her with fome fpirit when he comes.
Say, that the rail, why, then I'll tell her plain,
She fings as fweetly as a nightingale:

Say, that the frowns; I'll fay, fhe looks as clear
As morning rofes newly wafh'd with dew;
Say, he 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 shall ask the banes, and when be married?
But here fhe comes, and now Petruchio speak.

Enter Catharina.

Good morrow, Kate; for that's your name, I hear. Cath. Well have you heard, but fomething hard of hearing.

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 curft:
But Kate, the prettieft 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 confolation!
Hearing thy mildnefs prais'd in every town,
Thy virtues spoke of, and thy beauty founded,
Yet not fo 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 hither,

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.

Cath.

Cath. Affes are made to bear, and so 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 burthen thee; For knowing thee to be but young and light Cath. Too light for such a swain as you to catch; And yet as heavy as my weight should 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.

Gath. If I be waspish, '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 wafp doth wear his fting?

In his tail.

again, Good Kate, I am a gentleman. Cath. That I'll try.

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

[She ftrikes him. ftrike again.

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

Cath. It is my fashion, when I fee a crab. Pet. Why, here's no crab, and therefore look not fo fower.

VOL. II.

X

Gath.

Cath. There is, there is.
Pet. Then thew it me.

Cath. Had I a glafs, I would.

Pet. What, you mean my face?

Cath. Well aim'd, of fuch a young one.

Pet. Now, by St. George, I am too young for

you.

Cath. Yet you are wither'd.

Pet. 'Tis with Cares..

Gath. 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 fweet as fpring-time flowers.
Thou canst not frown, thou can'st 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'ft 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 sweeter 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 chaft, and Dian Sportful!

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; keep you warm.

Pet. Why, fo I mean, fweet Catharine, in thy bed: And therefore fetting all this chat aside,

Thus

Thus in plain terms: your father hath confented,
That you 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 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 daughter?

Pet. How but well, Sir? how but well?

It were impoffible, Ifhould fpeed amifs.
Bap. Why, how now, daughter Catharine, in your
Goth
dumps?

Call you me daughter? now, I promise you
You've fhew'd a tender fatherly regard,
To with me wed to one half lunatick,
A madcap ruffian, and a fwearing Jack,
That thinks with oaths to face the matter out.

Pet. Father, 'tis thus; your felf and all the world, That talk'd of her, have talk'd amifs of her; If fhe 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, she 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 firft.

Gre. Hark: Petruchio! the says, she'll see thee hang'd firft.

Tra. Is this your speeding? nay, then, good night, our part! Pet. Be patient, Sirs, I chufe her for

my felf;

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

How much she loves me; oh, the kindeft Kate!
She hung about my neck, and kiss on kifs
She vy'd fo faft, protesting oath on oath,
That in a twink fhe 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 curfteft fhrew.
Give me thy hand, Kate, I will unto Venice,
To buy apparel 'gainst the wedding day;
Father, provide the feaft, and bid the guests;
I will be fure, my Catharine fhall be fine.

Bap. I know not what to fay, but give your
God fend you joy, Petruchio, 'tis a match.

Gre. Tra. Amen, fay we; we will be witnesses. Pet. Father, and wife, and gentlemen, adieu; I will to Venice, Sunday comes apace, We will have rings and things, and fine array; And kiss me, Kate, we will be married a Sunday. [Ex. Petruchio, and Catharine feverally. Gre. Was ever match clapt up fo fuddenly? Bap. Faith, gentlemen, I play a merchant's part, And venture madly on a defperate mart.

Tra. 'Twas a commodity lay fretting by you; 'Twill bring you gain, or perifh on the feas.

Bap. The gain I 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 firft.

hands

Tra. And I am one, that love Biancha more Than words can witnefs, 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, stand back; 'tis age, that nourisheth.
Tra. But youth, in ladies eyes that flourisheth.

Bap.