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I never thought it possible, or likely.

"Be serviceable to my son," quoth he, But see! while idly I stood looking on,

Although, I think, 't was in another sense,) I found the effect of love in idleness;

I am content to be Lucentio, And now in plainness do confess to thee,

Because so well I love Lucentio. That art to me as secret, and as dear,

Luc. Tranio, be so, because Lucentio loves, As Anna to the Queen of Carthage was,

And let me be a slave, t' achieve that maid Tranio, I burn, I pine; I perish, Tranio,

Whose sudden sight hath thrall’d my wond'ring4 eye. If I achieve not this young modest girl.

Enter BIONDELLO. Counsel me, Tranio, for I know thou canst :

Here comes the rogue.-Sirrah, where have you been ? Assist me, Tranio, for I know thou wilt.

Bion. Where have I been? Nay, how now? where Tra. Master, it is no time to chide you now;

are you? Affection is not rated from the heart:

Master, has my fellow Tranio stol'n your clothes, If love have touch'd you, nought remains but so, Or you stol'n his, or both ? pray,

or both ? pray, what's the news Redime te captum, quam queas minimo.

Luc. Sirrah, come hither : 't is no time to jest, Luc. Gramercies, lad; go forward : this contents; And therefore frame your manners to the time. The rest will comfort, for thy counsel's sound. Your fellow Tranio, here, to save my life,

Tra. Master, you look'd so longly on the maid, Puts my apparel and my countenance on, Perhaps you mark'd not what's the pith of all. And I for my escape have put on his ;

Luc. O! yes, I saw sweet beauty in her face, For in a quarrel, since I came ashore,
Such as the daughter of Agenor's race,2

I kill'd a man, and fear I was descried.
That made great Jove to humble him to her hand, Wait you on him, I charge you, as becomes,
When with his knees he kiss'd the Cretan strand. While I make way from hence to save my life.
Tra. Saw you no more ? mark'd you not, how her You understand me ?
sister

Bion.

I, sir ? ne'er a whit.
Began to scold, and raise up such a storm,

Luc. And not a jot of Tranio in your mouth :
That mortal ears might scarce endure the din? Tranio is chang'd into Lucentio.
Luc. Tranio, I saw her coral lips to move,

Bion. The better for him; 'would I were so too! And with her breath she did perfume the air:

Tra. So would I, faith, boy, to have the next wish Sacred, and sweet, was all I saw in her.

after, Tra. Nay, then, 't is time to stir him from his trance. That Lucentio, indeed, had Baptista's youngest daughI pray, awake, sir: if you love the maid,

ter. Bend thoughts and wits to achieve her. Thus it stands: But, sirrah, not for my sake, but your master's, I advise Her elder sister is so curst and shrewd,

You use your manners discreetly in all kind of comThat, till the father rid his hands of her,

panies : Master, your love must live a maid at home;

When I am alone, why, then I am Tranio ; And therefore has he closely mew'd her up,

But in all places else, your master, Lucentio.
Because she will not be annoy'd with suitors.

Luc. Tranio, let's go.-
Luc. Ah, Tranio, what a cruel father 's he ! One thing more rests, that thyself execute;
But art thou not advis’d, he took some care

To make one among these wooers: if thou ask me why, To get her cunning masters to instruct her ?

Sufficeth, my reasons are both good and weighty. Tra. Ay, marry am I, sir; and now 't is plotted.

[Exeunt. Luc. I have it, Tranio.

1 Serv. My lord, you nod; you do not mind the play. Tra.

Master, for my hand, Sly. Yes, by saint Anne, do I. A good matter, Both our inventions meet and jump in one.

surely : comes there any more of it ? Luc. Tell me thine first.

Page. My lord, 't is but begun. Tra.

You will be schoolmaster. Sly. 'Tis a very excellent piece of work, madam And undertake the teaching of the maid :

lady; would 't were done ! That's your device,

SCENE II.-The Same. Before HORTENSIO's House. Luc.

It is: may it be done ?
Tra. Not possible; for who shall bear your part,

Enter PETRUCHIO and GRUMIO.
Aud be in Padua, here, Vincentio's son;

Pet. Verona, for a while I take my leave,
Keep house, and ply his book; welcome his friends : To see my friends in Padua; but, of all,
Visit his countrymen, and banquet them ?

My best beloved and approved friend,
Luc. Basta ; content thee ; for I have it full. Hortensio; and, I trow, this is his house.-
We have not yet been seen in any house,

Here, sirrah Grumio ! knock, I say.
Nor can we be distinguish'd by our faces,

Gru. Knock, sir! whom should I knock ? is there For man, or master : then, it follows thus;

any man has rebused your worship ? Thou shalt be master, Tranio, in my stead,

Pet. Villain, I say, knock me here soundly. Keep house, and port, and servants, as I should.

Gru. Knock you here, sir ? why, sir, what am I, sir, I will some other be; some Florentine,

that I should knock you here, sir ? Some Neapolitan, or meaner man of Pisa.

Pet. Villain, I say, knock me at this gate; 'T is hatel’d, and shall be so :---Tranio, at once And rap me well, or I'll knock your knave's pate. Uncase thee; take my colourd hat and cloak:

Gru. My master is grown quarrelsome. I should When Biondello comes, he waits on thee,

knock you first, But I will charm him first to keep his tongue.

And then I know after who comes by the worst.
Tra. So had you need. (They exchange habits, Pet. Will it not be?
Be brief, then, sir,sith it your pleasure is,

?Faith, sirrah, an you 'll not knock, I'll wring it: And I am tied to be obedient;

I'll try how you can sol, fa, and sing it. (For so your father charg'd me at our parting;

[He wrings Grumio by the ears. 1 Quoted as it stands in Lily's Gramınar, and not as in Terence. 2 Agenor had : in f. e. 3 In brief, sir : in f. e.

4 wounded : in f. o. 1 Not in f. e. 2 out: in f. e. 3 The story is in Gower's Confessio Amantis. was often shaped like a human form.

Gru. Help, masters, help! my master is mad.

Hor. Petruchio, since we are stepp'd thus far in, Pet. Now, knock when I bid you: sirrah! villain! I will continue that I broach'd in jest.

(GRUMIO falls down. I can, Petruchio, help thee to a wife Enter HORTENSIO.

With wealth enough, and young, and beauteous; Hor. How now! what's the matter?--My old friend Brought up, as best becomes a gentlewoman: Grumio, and my good friend Petruchio !-How do you Her only fault, and that is faults enough, all at Verona?

Is, that she is intolerably curst, Pet. Signior Hortensio, come you to part the fray? And shrewd, and froward; so beyond all measure, Con tutto il core ben trovato, may I say.

That, were my state far worser than it is, Hor. Alla nostra casa ben venuto, molto honorato I would not wed her for a mine of gold. signior mio Petruchio.

Pet. Hortensio, peace! thou know'st not gold's Rise, Grumio, rise: we will compound this quarrel.

effect.
Gru. [Rising.') Nay, 't is no matter, sir, what he Tell me her father's name, and 't is enough,
'leges in Latin.--If this be not a lawful cause for me For I will board her, though she chide as loud
to leave his service-Look you, sirhe bid me knock As thunder, when the clouds in Autumn crack.
him, and rap him soundly, sir :

Hor. Her father is Baptista Minola,
Well, was it fit for a servant to use his master so; An affable and courteous gentleman:
Being, perhaps, (for aught I see) two and thirty,-a Her name is Katharina Minola,
pip mo pa

Renown'd in Padua for her scolding tongue. Whom, 'would to God, I had well knock'd at first, Pet. I know her father, though I know not her, Then had not Grumio come by the worst.

And he knew my deceased father well. Pet. A senseless villain !--Good Hortensio, I will not sleep, Hortensio, till I see her; I bade the rascal knock upon your gate,

And therefore let me be thus bold with you, And could not get him for my heart to do it.

To give you over at this first encounter, Gru. Knock at the gate ?-0 heavens ! Spake you Unless you will accompany me thither. not these words plain, -"Sirrah, knock me here; rap Gru. I pray you, sir, let him go while the humour me here, knock me well

, and knock me soundly ? | lasts. O my word, an she knew him as well as I do, And come you now with knocking at the gate ? she would think scolding would do little good upon Pet

. Sirrah, be gone, or talk not, I advise you. him. She may, perhaps, call him half a score knaves Hor. Petruchio, patience: I am Grumio's pledge. or so; why, that's nothing: an he begin once, he'll Why this ? a heavy chance 'twixt him and you; rail in his rope-tricks. I'll tell you what, sir,--an she Your ancient, trusty, pleasant servant Grumio. stand him but a little, he will throw a figure in her And tell me now, sweet friend, what happy gale face, and so disfigure her with it, that she shall have Blows you to Padua, here, from old Verona ?

no more eyes to see withal than a cat. You know Pet. Such wind as scatters young men through the him not, sir. world,

Hor. Tarry, Petruchio, I must go with thee, To seek their fortunes farther than at home,

For in Baptista's keep my treasure is : Where small experience grows. But in a few, He hath the jewel of my life in hold, Signior Hortensio, thus it stands with me:

His youngest daughter, beautiful Bianca, Antonio, my father, is deceas'd,

And her withholds from me, and other more And I have thrust myself into this maze,

Suitors to her, and rivals in my love;
Haply to wive, and thrive, as best I may.

Supposing it a thing impossible,
Crowns in my purse I have, and goods at home, For those defects I have before rehears'd,
And so am come abroad to see the world.

That ever Katharina will be woo'd:
Hor. Petruchio, shall I then come roundly to thee, Therefore this order hath Baptista ta’en,
And wish thee to a shrewd ill-favour'd wife?

That none shall have access unto Bianca,
Thou’dst thank me but a little for my counsel; Till Katharine the curst have got a husband.
And yet I 'll promise thee she shall be rich,

Gru. Katharine the curst !
And very rich :--but thou ’rt too much my friend, A title for a maid of all titles the worst.
And I'll not wish thee to her.

Hor. Now shall my friend Petruchio do me grace,
Pet. Signior Hortensio, 'twixt such friends as we And offer me, disguis'd in sober robes,
Few words suffice; and therefore, if thou know To old Baptista, as a schoolmaster
One rich enough to be Petruchio's wife,

Well seen in music, to instruct Bianca; (As wealth is burthen of my wooing dance)

That so I may by this device, at least Be she as foul as was Florentius' love,

Have leave and leisure to make love to her, As old as Sybil, and as curst and shrewd

And unsuspected court her by herself. As Socrates' Xantippe, or even worse,

Enter GREMIO, and LUCENTIO disguised, with books She moves me not, or not removes, at least,

under his arm. Affection's edge in me. Were she as rough

Gru. Here's no knavery? See, to beguile the old As are the swelling Adriatic seas,

folks, how the young folks lay their heads together! I come to wive it wealthily in Padua;

Master, master, look about you: who goes there ? ha ! If wealthily, then happily in Padua.

Hor. Peace, Grumio; 't is the rival of my love. Gru. Nay, look you, sir, he tells you flatly what his Petruchio, stand by a while. mind is: why, give him gold enough and marry him Gru. A proper stripling, and an amorous ! to a puppet, or an aglet-babyt; or an old trot with ne'er

[They retire. a tooth in her head, though she have as many diseases Gre, O! very well; I have perus'd the note. as two and fifty horses. Why, nothing comes amiss, Hark you, sir; I'll have them very fairly bound : so money comes withal.

All books of love, see that at any hand,

3

4 An aglet was a point or tag to the string of a dress, and

And see you read no other lectures to her.

My mind presumes, for his own good, and ours». You understand me.- .-Over and beside

Hor. I promis'd we would be contributors, Signior Baptista's liberality,

And bear his charge of wooing, whatsoe’er. I'll mend it with a largess. Take your papers, too, Gre. And so we will, provided that he win her. And let me have them very well perfum'd,

Gru. I would, I were as sure of a good dinner. For she is sweeter than perfume itself,

Enter Tranio, bravely apparelled; and BIONDELLO. To whom they go. What will you read to her ? Tra. Gentlemen, God save you! If I may be bold,

, Luc. Whate'er I read to her, I'll plead for you, Tell me, I beseech you, which is the readiest way As for my patron; stand you so assurd,

To the house of signior Baptista Minola ? As firmly as yourself were still in place :

Bion. He that has the two fair daughters :-is't he Yea, and perhaps with more successful words

you mean ? Than you, unless you were a scholar, sir.

Tra. Even he, Biondello. Gre. O, this learning, what a thing it is!

Gre. Hark you, sir: you mean not her toGru. O, this woodcock, what an ass it is !

Tra. Perhaps, him and her, sir : what have you Pet.. Peace, sirrah !

to do? Hor. Grumio, mum!--[Coming forward.] --God Pet. Not her that chides, sir, at any hand, I pray. save you, signior Gremio !

Tra. I love no chiders, sir.--Biondello, let's away. Gre. And you are well met, signior Hortensio. Luc. Well begun, Tranio.

[Aside. Trow you, whither I am going ?--To Baptista Minola. Hor. Sir, a word ere you go. I promis'd to inquire carefully

Are you a suitor to the maid you talk of, yea, or no ? About a master for the fair Bianca:

Tra. An if I be, sir, is it any offence ? And, by good fortune, I have lighted well

Gre. No; if without more words you will get you On this young man; for learning and behaviour,

hence. Fit for her turn; well read in poetry,

Tra. Why, sir, I pray, are not the streets as free And other books ---good ones, I warrant ye.

For me, as for you? Hor. 'Tis well: and I have met a gentleman

Gre.

But so is not she. Hath promis'd me to help me to another,

Tra. For what reason, I beseech you? A fine musician to instruct our mistress :

Gre. For this reason, if you 'll know, So shall I no whit be behind in duty

That she's the choice love of signior Gremio. To fair Bianca, so belov'd of me.

Hor. That she's the chosen of signior Hortensio. . Gre. Belov’d of me, and that my deeds shall prove. Tra. Softly, my masters ! if you be gentlemen, Gru. And that his bags shall prove.

Do me this right; hear me with patience.
Hor. Gremio, 't is now no time to vent our love. Baptista is a noble gentleman,
Listen to me, and if you speak me fair,

To whom my father is not all unknown;
I'll tell you news indifferent good for either.

And were his daughter fairer than she is, Here is a gentleman, whom by chance I met,

She may more suitors have, and me for one. Upon agreement from us to his liking,

Fair Leda's daughter had a thousand wooers; Will undertake to woo curst Katharine ;

Then, well one more may fair Bianca have, Yea, and to marry her, if her dowry please.

And so she shall. Lucentio shall make one, Gre. So said, so done, is well.-

Though Paris came in hope to speed alone. Hortensio, have you told him all her faults ?

Gre. What! this gentleman will out-talk us all. Pet. I know, she is an irksome, brawling scold : Luc. Sir, give him head : I know, he 'll prove a If that be all, masters, I hear no harm.

jade. Gre. No, say'st me so, friend? What countryman ? Pet. Hortensio, to what end are all these words? Pet. Born in Verona, old Antonio's son:

Hor. Sir, let me be so bold as ask you, My father dead, my fortune lives for me;

Did you yet ever see Baptista's daughter? And I do hope good days, and long, to see.

Tra. No, sir; but hear I do, that he hath two, Gre. O! sir, such a life with such a wife were strange; The one as famous for a scolding tongue, But if you have a stomach, to't o'God's name: As is the other for beauteous modesty. You shall have me assisting you in all.

Pet. Sir, sir, the first 's for me; let her go by. But will you woo this wild cat?

Gre. Yea, leave that labour to great Hercules, Pet.

Will I live?

And let it be more than Alcides twelve. Gru. Will he woo her ? ay, or I'll hang her.

Pet. Sir, understand you this of me : insooth, Pet. Why came I hither, but to that intent? The youngest daughter, whom you hearken for, Think you, a little din can daunt mine ears?

Her father keeps from all access of suitors, Have not in my time heard lions roar ?

And will not promise her to any man, Have I not heard the sea, puff'd up with winds, Until the elder sister first be wed; Rage like an angry boar, chafed with sweat ?

The younger then is free, and not before. Have I not heard great ordnance in the field,

Tra. If it be so, sir, that you are the man And heaven's artillery thunder in the skies?

Must stead us all, and me among the rest
Have I not in a pitched battle heard

And if you break the ice, and do this feat*,
Loud 'larums, neighing steeds, and trumpets clang ? Achieve the elder, set the younger free
And do you tell me of a woman's tongue,

For our access, whose hap shall be to have her
That gives not half so great a blow to hear,

Will not so graceless be to be ingrate. As will a chestnut in a farmer's fire?

Hor. Sir, you say well, and well you do conceive; Tush! tush! fear boys with bugs*.

And since you do profess to be a suitor, Gru.

For he fears none. You must, as we do, gratify this gentleman, Gre. Hortensio, hark.

To whom we all rest generally beholding. This gentleman is happily arriv’d,

Tra. Sir, I shall not be slack : in sign whereof, I go to : in folio,

2 This word was formerly synonymous with terrors, like our bug-bears.

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yours: in f. e.

4 seek: in f. e.

Please ye we may contrive this afternoon,
And quaff carouses to our mistress' health:
And do as adversaries do in law,
Strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends.

Gru. Bion. O, excellent motion ! Fellows, let's

begone. Hor. The motion's good indeed, and be it so.. Petruchio, I shall be your ben venuto. (Exceunt.

ACT II.

SCENE I.-The Same. A Room in BAPTISTA's House. Am bold to show myself a forward guest

Her woman'ső qualities, and mild behaviour,
Enter KATHARINA and BIANCA.

Within your house, to make mine eye the witness
Bian. Good sister, wrong me not, nor wrong yourself Of that report which I so oft have heard.
To make a bondmaid, and a slave of me:

And, for an entrance to my entertainment, That I disdain; but for these other gards,

I do present you with a man of mine, Unbind my hands, I'll put them off myself,

[Presenting HORTENSIO. Yea, all my raiment, to my petticoat;

Cunning in music, and the mathematics, Or what you will command me will I do,

To instruct her fully in those sciences, So well I know my duty to my elders.

Whereof, I know, she is not ignorant. Kath. Of all thy suitors, here I charge thee, tell Accept of him, or else you do me wrong: Whom thou lov'st best: see thou dissemble not. His name is Licio, born in Mantua.

Bian. Believe me, sister, of all the men alive, Bap. You're welcome, sir, and he, for your good sake. I never yet beheld that special face

But for my daughter Katharine, this I know, Which I could fancy more than any other.

She is not for your turn; the more my grief.
Kath. Minion, thou liest. Is 't not Hortensio ? Pet. I see, you do not mean to part with her,
Bian. If you affect him, sister, here I swear,

Or else you like not of my company.
I'll plead for you myself, but you shall have him. Bap. Mistake me not; I speak but as I find.

Kath. O! then, belike, you fancy riches more : Whence are you, sir ? what may I call your name? You will have Gremio to keep you fair.

Pet. Petruchio is my name, Antonio's son ; Bian. Is it for him you do envy me so ?

A man well known throughout all Italy. Nay then, you jest; and now I well perceive,

Bap. I know him well; you are welcome for his sake. You have but jested with me all this while.

Gre. Saving your tale, Petruchio, I pray, I prythee, sister Kate, untie my hands.

[her. Let us, that are poor petitioners, speak too. Kath. If that be jest, then all the rest was so. [Strikes Backare : you are marvellous forward. Enter BAPTISTA.

Pet. O! pardon me, signior Gremio: I would fain Bap. Why, how now, dame! whence grows this in

be doing. solence ?

Gre. I doubt it not, sir; but you will curse your Bianca, stand aside :-poor girl ! she weeps.

wooing. Go ply thy needle; meddle not with her.---

Neighbour, this is a gift very grateful, I am sure of it. For shame, thou hildings of a devilish spirit,

To express the like kindness myself, that have been Why dost thou wrong her that did ne'er wrong thee? more kindly beholding to you than any, I freely give When did she cross thee with a bitter word ?

unto you this young scholar, [Presenting LUCENTIO] Kath. Her silence flouts me, and I'll be reveng'd. that hath been long studying at Rheims; as cunning

[Flies after BIANCA. in Greek, Latin, and other languages, as the other in Bap. [Holding her.4] What! in my sight ?-Bianca, music and mathematics. His name is Cambio; pray get thee in.

[Exit BIANCA. accept his service. Kath. What! will you not suffer me? Nay, now I see, Bap. A thousand thanks, signior Gremio: welcome, She is your treasure, she must have a husband; good Cambio. But, gentle sir, [To TRANIO,] methinks, I must dance barefoot on her wedding-day,

you walk like a stranger: may I be so bold to know And for your love to her lead apes in hell.

the cause of your coming ? Talk not to me: I will go sit and weep,

Tra. Pardon me, sir, the boldness is mine own, Till I can find occasion of revenge. [Exit KATHARINA. That, being a stranger in this city here,

Bap. Was ever gentleman thus grieved as I ? Do make myself a suitor to your daughter,
But who comes here?

Unto Bianca, fair, and virtuous.
Enter GREMIO, with LUCENTIO in a mean habit ; PETRU- Nor is your firm resolve unknown to me,

Chio, with HORTENSIO as a Musician; and TRANIO, In the preferment of the eldest sister.
with BIONDELLO bearing a lute and books.

This liberty is all that I request,Gre. Good-morrow, neighbour Baptista.

That, upon knowledge of my parentage,
Bap. Good-morrow, neighbour Gremio. God save I may have welcome 'mongst the rest that woo,
you, gentlemen!

And free access and favour as the rest :
Pet. And you, good sir. Pray, have you not a daughter, And, toward the education of your daughters,
Call'd Katharina, fair, and virtuous ?

I here bestow a simple instrument,
Bap. I have a daughter, sir, call’d Katharina. And this small packet of Greek and Latin books :
Gre. You are too blunt : go to it orderly.

If you accept them, then their worth is great. Pet. You wrong me, signior Gremio: give me leave.-- Bap. Lucentio is your name ? of whence, I pray ? I am a gentleman of Verona, sir,

Tra. Of Pisa, sir; son to Vincentio. That, hearing of her beauty, and her wit,

Bap. A mighty man of Pisa : by report Her affability, and bashful modesty,

I know him well. You are very welcome, sir.-

2 goods : in f. e.

9 Low wretch.

4 Not in f. e.

1 The Latin contero, pass or spend. means stand back.

5 wondrous : in f. e.

6 A word often used; it

Take you [To Hor.) the lute, and you [To Luc.] the [Exeunt BAPTISTA, GREMIO, TRANIO, and HORTENSIO. set of books

And woo her with some spirit when she comes. You shall go see your pupils presently,

Say, that she rail ; why, then I'll tell her plain,
Holla, within !

She sings as sweetly as a nightingale :
Enter a Servant.

Say, that she frown ; I'll say, she looks as clear
Sirrah, lead these gentlemen

As morning roses newly wash'd with dew : To my daughters; and tell them both,

Say, she be mute, and will not speak a word;
These are their tutors: bid them use them well. Then I'll commend her volubility,

[Exit Servant, with HORTENSIO, LUCENTIO, And say, she uttereth piercing eloquence :
and BIONDELLO.

If she do bid me pack, I'll give her thanks,
We will go walk a little in the orchard,

As though she bid me stay by her a week :
And then to dinner. You are passing welcome. If she deny to wed, I'll crave the day
And so I pray you all to think yourselves.

When I shall ask the banns, and when be married.
Pet. Signior Baptista, my business asketh haste, But here she comes ; and now, Petruchio, speak.
And every day I cannot come to woo?.

Enter KATHARINA. You knew my father well, and in him, me,

Good-morrow, Kate, for that's your name, I hear. Left solely heir to all his lands and goods,

Kath. Well have you heard, but something hard of Which. I have better'd rather than decreas'd :

hearing : Then, tell me,-if I get your daughter's love, They call me Katharine that do talk of me. What dowry shall I have with her to wife?

Pet. You lie, in faith ; for you are call’d plain Kate, Bap. After my death, the one half of my lands, And bonny Kate, and sometimes Kate the curst; And in possession twenty thousand crowns.

But Kate, the prettiest Kate in Christendom; Pet. And, for that dowry, I'll assure her of Kate of Kate-Hall, my super-dainty Kate, Her widowhood, be it that she survive me,

For dainties are all cates : and therefore, Kate, In all my lands and leases whatsoever.

Take this of me, Kate of my consolation :
Let specialities be therefore drawn between us, Hearing thy mildness prais'd in every town,
That covenants may be kept on either hand.

Thy virtues spoke of, and thy beauty sounded,
Bap. Ay, when the special thing is well obtain’d, Yet not so deeply as to thee belongs,
That is, her love; for that is all in all.

Myself am mov'd to woo thee for my wife.
Pet. Why, that is nothing; for I tell you, father, Kath. Mov'd! in good time : let him that mov'd
I am as peremptory, as she proud-minded;

you hither, And where two raging fires meet together,

Remove you hence. I knew you at the first,
They do consume the thing that feeds their fury. You were a moveable.
Though little fire grows great with little wind,

Pet.

Why, what's a moveable ? Yet extreme gusts will blow out fire and all;

Kath. A joint-stool. So I to her, and so she yields to me,

Pet.

Thou hast hit it: come, sit on me. For I am rough, and woo not like a babe.

Kath. Asses are made to bear, and so are you. Bap. Well may'st thou woo, and happy be thy speed ! Pet. Women are made to bear, and so are you. But be thou arm'd for some unhappy words.

Kath. No such jade to bear you, if me you mean. Pet. Ay, to the proof; as mountains are for winds, Pet. Alas, good Kate! I will not burden thee; That shake not, though they blow perpetually. For, knowing thee to be but young and light,Re-enter HORTENSIO, with his head broken.

Kath. Too light for such a swain as you to catch, Bap. How now, my friend ! why dost thou look so pale? And yet as heavy as my weight should be. Hor. For fear, I promise you, if I look pale.

Pet. Should be ? should buz. Bap. What, will my daughter prove a good musician? Kath.

Well ta’en, and like a buzzard. Hor. I think, she'll sooner prove a soldier :

Pet. 0, slow-wing'd turtle ! shall a buzzard take Iron may hold with her, but never lutes.

thee ? Bap. Why, then thou canst not break her to the lute ? Kath. Ay, for a turtle, as he takes a buzzard.

Hor. Why no, for she hath broke the lute to me. Pet. Come, come, you wasp ; i' faith, you are too I did but tell her she mistook her frets,

angry. And bow'd her hand to teach her fingering,

Kath. If I be waspish, best beware my sting. When, with a most impatient, devilish spirit, [them :'' Pet. My remedy is, then, to pluck it out. “Frets, call you these ?” quoth she : “I'll fume with Kath. Ay, if the fool could find out where it lies, And with that word she struck me on the head,

Pet. Who knows not where a wasp does wear his And through the instrument my pate made way;

sting ? And there I stood amazed for a while,

In his tail. As on a pillory looking through the lute,

Kath. In his tongue. While she did call me rascal fiddler,

Pet.

Whose tongue ? And twangling Jack, with twenty such vile terms, Kath. Yours, if you talk of tails; and so farewell. As she had studied to misuse me so.

Pet. What! with my tongue in your tail ? nay, come Pet. Now, by the world, it is a lusty wench !

again : I love her ten times more than e'er I did :

Good Kate, I am a gentleman. 0, how I long to have some chat with her !

Kath.

That I'll try. [Striking him. Bap. Well, go with me, and be not so discomfited : Pet. I swear I'll cuff you, if you strike again. Proceed in patience with my younger daughter;

Kath. So may you lose your arms : She's apt to learn, and thankful for good turns.- If you strike me you are no gentleman, Signior Petruchio, will you go with us,

And if no gentleman, why, then no arms. Or shall I send my daughter Kate to you ?

Pet. A herald, Kate? O! put me in thy books. Pet. I pray you do; I will attend her here,

Kath. What is your crest ? a coxcomb? 1 The burthen, says Knight, of an old ballad entitled “The Ingenious Braggadocio." 2 No such jade as you : in f. e.

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