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She is not hot, but temperate as the morn;
For patience, fhe will prove a fecond Griffel;
And Roman Lacrece 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 first.

Gre. Hark: Petruchio! the fays, fhe'll fee thee hang'd first.

Tra. Is this your speeding? nay, then, good night, our part!

Pet. Be patient, Sirs, I chufe her for myself;
If the and I be pleas'd, what's that to you?
'Tis bargain'd 'twixt us twain, being alone,
That fhe fhall ftill be curft in company.
I tell you, 'tis incredible to believe

How much she loves me; oh, the kindest Kate!—
She hung about my neck, and kifs on kifs*
She vy'd fo faft, protesting oath on oath,
That in a twink he won me to her love.
Oh, you are novices; 'tis a world to fee,
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 'gainft the wedding day;
Father, provide the feast, and bid the guests;
I will be fure, my Catharine fhall be fine.

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

Gre. Tra. Amen, fay we; we will be witneffes.
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 o'Sunday.

[Ex. Petruchio, and Catharine feverally.

kifs on kifs

She vy'd fo faft, I know not that the word vie has any conftruction that will fuit this

place; we may eafily read,
Kifs on kifs

She ply'd fo faft.



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 perish 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 look'd for:
I am your neighbour, and was fuitor firft.
Tra. And I am one, that love Bianca 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. Content you, Gentlemen, I will compound this

'Tis deeds muft win the prize; and he, of both,
That can affure my daughter greatest dower,
Shall have Bianca's love.

Say, Signior Gremio, what can you affure her?

Gre. First, as you know, my houfe within the city Is richly furnished with plate and gold,

Bafons and ewers to lave her dainty hands:
My hangings all of Tyrian tapestry;

1 Old Gremio's notions are
confirmed by Shadwell.
The fire of love in youthful blood,
Like what is kindled in brush-

But for a moment burns
But when crept into aged veins,
flowly burns, and long remains,

It glows, and with a fullen [beat, Like fire in logs, it burns, and [warms us long;

And though the flame be not
Vo great

Yet is the heat as ftrong.

In ivory coffers I have ftuft my crowns;
In cyprefs chefts my arras, counterpoints,
Coftly apparel, tents and canopies,

Fine linen, Turkey cushions bofs'd with pearl;
Valance of Venice gold in needle-work;
Pewter and brafs, and all things that belong
To house, or houfe-keeping: then, at my farm,
I have a hundred milch-kine to the pail,
Sixscore fat oxen ftanding in my stails;
And all things anfwerable to this portion.
Myself am ftruck in years, I must confels,
And if I die to morrow, this is hers
If, whilst I live, fhe will be only mine.
Tra. That only come well in

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Sir, lift to me,
I am my father's heir, and only fon;
If I may have your daughter to my wife,
I'll leave her houses three or four as good,
Within rich Pifa walls, as any one
Old Signior Gremio has in Padua ;

Befides two thousand ducats by the year
Of fruitful land; all which fhall be her jointure.
What, have I pinch'd you, Signior Gremio?
Gre. Two thousand ducats by the year of land!
My land amounts to but fo much in all:
That she shall have, befides an Argofie

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negative in the fecond line falves the abfurdity, and sets the paffage right. Gremio and Tranio are vyeing in their offers to carry Bianca: The latter boldly propofes to fettle land to the amount of two thousand ducats per annum. My whole eftate, fays the other, in land, amounts but to that value; yet fhe fhall have that: I'll endow her with the whole; and confign a rich vessel to her ufe, over and above. Thus all is intelligible, and he goes on to outbid his rival. WARBURT.


That now is lying in Marfeilles's road.
What, have I choak'd you with an Argofie?

Tra. Gremio, 'tis known, my father hath no lefs
Than three great Argofies, befides two galliaffes
And twelve tight gallies; thefe I will affure her,
And twice as much, whate'er thou offer'st next..
Gre. Nay, I have offer'd all; I have no more;
And the can have no more than all I have;
If you like me, fhe fhall have me and mine.
Tra. Why, then the maid is mine from all the world,
By your firm promife; Gremio is out-vied.

Bap. I must confefs, your offer is the best;
And let your father make her the affurance,
She is your own, elle you must pardon me:
If you fhould die before him, where's her dower?
Tra. That's but a cavil; he is old, I young.
Gre. And may not young men die, as well as old?
Bap. Well, Gentlemen, then I am thus refolv'd:
On Sunday next, you know,

My daughter Catharine is to be married:
Now on the Sunday following fhall Bianca
Be bride to you, if you make this affurance;
If not, to Signior Gremio:

And fo I take my leave, and thank you both. [Exit.
Gre. Adieu, good neighbour.-Now I fear thee not:
Sirrah, young gamefter, your father were a fool
To give thee all; and in his waining age

Set foot under thy table: tut! a toy!
An old Italian fox is not fo kind, my boy.


Tra. A vengeance on your crafty wither'd hide! Yet I have fac'd it with a card of ten 3:

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'Tis in my head to do my mafter good:
I fee no reason, but fuppos'd Lucentio
May get a father, call'd fuppos'd Vincentio;
And that's a wonder: fathers commonly

Do get their children; but in this cafe of wooing,
A child fhall get a fire, if I fail not of my cunning.


[The Prefenters, above, speak here.

Sly. Sim, when will the fool come again?

Sim. Anon, my Lord.

Sly. Give's fome more drink bere-where's the tapfler? bere, Sim, eat fome of these things.

Sim. So I do, my Lord.

Sly. Here, Sim, I drink to thee.


Baptifta's House.

Enter Lucentio, Hortenfio, and Bianca.


Idler, forbear; you grow too forward, Sir:
Have you fo foon forgot the entertainment
Her fifter Catharine welcom'd you withal?
Hor. Wrangling Pedant, this is

The patronefs of heavenly harmony;
Then give me leave to have prerogative;
And when in mufick we have spent an hour,
Your lecture fhall have leifure for as much.
Luc. Prepofterous afs! that never read fo far

If the word hart be right, I
do not fee any ufe of the latter

When will the fool come again?] The character of the fool has not been introduced in this drama, therefore I believe

that the word again fhould be omitted, and that Sly afks, When will the fool come? the fool, being the favourite of the vulgar, or, as we now phrase it, of the upper gallery, was naturally expected in every interlude.


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