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Tho' little fire grows great with little wind,
Yet extream gults will blow out fire and all :
So I to her, and so she yields to me,
For I am rough, and wooe not like a babe,
Bap. Well may'st thou wooe, and happy be thy

speed !
But be thou arm’d for some unhappy words.

Pet. Ay, to the proof, as mountains are for winds, That shake not, tho they blow perpetually,

Enter Hortensio with his bead bróke.
Bap. How now, my friend, why dost thou look so

pale ?

Hor. For fear, I promise you, if I look pale.
Bap. What, will iny daughter prove a good mu-

sician ?
Hor. I think, she'll sooner prove a soldier ;
Iron may hold with her, but never lutes.

Bep. Why, then thou canst not break her to the lote?

Hor. Why, no; for she hath broke the lute to me.
I did but tell her the mistook her frets,
And bow'd her hand to teach her fingering,
When, with a most impatient devilish spirit,
Frets call you them ? quoth she: I'll fume with them.
And with that word the struck me on the head,
And through the instrument my Pate made way,
And there I stood amazed for a while,
Ason a pillory, looking through the lute :
While she did call me rascal, fidler,
And twangling Jack, with twenty such vile terms,
As she had studied to misuse me lo.

Pet. Now, by the world, it is a lusty wench 3
I love her ten times more than e'er I did;
Oh, how I long to have some chat with her!

Bap. Well, go with me, and be not fodiscomfited,
Proceed in Practice with my younger daughter,
She's apt to learn, and thankful for good curns ;


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Signior Petruchio, will you go with us,
Or shall 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 some spirit when she comes.
Say, that she rail; why, then I'll tell her plain,
She sings as sweetly as a nightingale :
Say, that the frowns; I'll say, the looks as clear
As morning roses newly walh'd with dew;
Say, she be mute, and will not speak a word ;
Then I'll commend her volubility ;
And say, she uttereth piercing eloquence:
If shę do bid me pack, I'll give her thanks,
As tho' she bid me stay by her a week ;
If she 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.

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

They call me Čatharine, that do talk of me.

Pet. You lye, in faith, for you are call'd plain Kate.
And bonny Kate, and soinetimes Kate the curst:
But Kate, the prettiest Kate in christendom,
Kate of Kate-ball, my super-dainty Kate,
(For dainties are all Cates) and therefore Kale ;
Take this of me, Kate of my consolation ! .
Hearing thy mildness prais'd in every Town,
Thy virtues spoke of, and thy beauty sounded,
Yet not so deeply as to thee belongs :
Myself 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 hast hit it ; come, sit on me.
Cath. Affes are made to bear, and so are you.
Pet. Women are made to bear, and so are you.
Cath. No such jade, Sir, as you ; it me you mean.

Pet. Alas, good Kate, I will not burden thee;
For knowing thee to be but young and light

Catb. Too light for such a swain as you to catch ; And yet as heavy as my weight should be.

Pet. Should bee; should buz.
Catb. Well ta'en, and like a buzzard.
Pet. Oh, Now-wing'd turtle, shall a buzzard take

Catb. Ay, for a turtle, as he takes a buzzard. *
Pet. Come, come, you wasp, i’faith, you are too angry.
Caib. If I bę waspish, belt beware my sting.
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 wasp doth wear his

sting? In his tail

Cath. In his tongue.
Per. Whole tungue ?
Catb. Yours, if you talk of tails; and so farewel.
Pet. What with my tongue in your tail ? nay, come

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

(Sbe strikes bim. Pet. I swear, I'll cuff you,


ftrike again.
Cath. So may you lose your arms;
If you strike me, you are no gentleman;
And if no gentleman, why then, no arms.

Pet. A herald, Kale? oh, put me in thy books.
Carb. What is your crelt, a coxcomb?
Ay, for a turtle, as be takes buzzard.

a buzzard. ) Perhaps we That is, he may take me for a may read better,

durile, and he hall find me a Ay, for a Turtle, and be takes a hawk.


Pet. A combless cock, so Kate will be my hen. Carb. No cock of mine, you crow too like a craven. Pet. Nay, come, Kate; come, you must not look

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

fo lower.
Catb. There is, there is.
Pet. Then, shew it me.
Catb. Had I a glass, I would.
Pet. What, you mean my face?
Cath. Well aim'd of such a young one.
Pet- Now by St. George, I am too young


you. Cath. Yet you are wither'd. Pet. 'Tis with Cares. Carb. I care not. Pet. Nay, hear you, Kate; in footh, you 'scape

not so. Catb. I chafe you if I tarry; let me go.

Pet. No, not a whit ; I find you palling gentle:
'Twas told me, you were rough, and coy and sullen,
And now I find Report a very liar;
For thou art pleasant, gamesom, paffing courteous,
But now in speech, yet sweet as spring-time flowers.
Thou canst not frown, thou canst not look alcance,
Nor bite the lip, as angry wenches will,
Nor haft thou pleasure to be cross in talk:
But thou with mildness entertain'st thy wooers,
With gentle conf'rence, soft and affable.
Why doth the world report, that Kate doth limp?
Oh Nanderous world! Kate, like che hazel-twig,
Is strait and sender; and as brown in hue
As hazel-nuts, and sweeter than the kernels.
, let me see thee walk; thou doft not halt,
Cath. Go, tool, and whom thou keep'ft command.

Pet. Did ever Dian so 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 chast, and Dian sportful!

Catb. Where did you study alt this goodly speech?
Pet. It is extempore, from my mother-wit.
Cath. A witry mother, witless elle her fon.
Pet. Am I not wife?
Cath. Yes ; keep you warm.

Pet Why so I mean, sweet Catharine, in thy bed :
And therefore setting all this chat aside,
Thus in plain terms : your father hath consented,

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 see thy beauty, (Thy beauty, that doth make it 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 houshold Kates; Here comes your father, never make denial, I must and will have Catharine to my Wife.

Enter Baptista, Gremio, and Trania.
Bap. Now, Signior Petruchio, how speed you with

my daughter?
Pet. How but well, Sir? how but well?
It were imposible, I should speed arniss.
Bap. Why, how now daughter Catharine, in

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

Pit. Father, 'tis thus; yourself and all the World, That talk'd of her, have talk'd amiss.of her ; If she be curst, it is for policy ; For she's not froward, but modest as the dove :


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