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Take you the lute, and you the fet of books,
You fhall go fee your pupils presently.
Holla, within!

Enter a Servant.

Sirrah, lead these gentlemen

[to Hor. and Luc.

To my two daughters, and then tell them both,
These are their tutors; bid them use them well.

[Ex. Serv. with Hor. and Luc.

We will go walk a little in the orchard,
And then to dinner: you are paffing welcome,
And so I pray you all to think yourselves.

Pet. Signior Baptifta, my business asketh haste,
And every day I cannot come to woo.
You knew my father well, and in him me,
Left folely heir to all his lands and goods,
Which I have better'd rather than decreas'd:
Then tell me, if I get your daughter's love,
What dowry shall I have with her to wife?
Bap. After my death, the one half of my lands;
And, in poffeffion, twenty thousand crowns.
Pet. And for that dowry, I'll affure her for
Her widowhood, be it that she survive me,
In all my lands and leafes whatsoever:

Let fpecialties be therefore drawn between us,
That covenants may be kept on either hand.

Bap. Ay, when the fpecial thing is well obtain'd,
That is, her love; for that is all in all.

Pet. Why, that is nothing: for I tell you, father,
I am as peremptory as the proud-minded.
And where two raging fires meet together,
They do confume the thing that feeds their fury.
Though little fire grows great with little wind,
Yet extreme gufts will blow out fire and all :
So I to her, and fo fhe yields to me;
For I am rough, and woo not like a babe.

Bap.

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Bap. Well may'ft thou woo, and happy be thy speed ! But be thou arm'd for fome unhappy words.

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

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Enter Hortenfio, with his head broke.

Bap. How now, my friend, why dost thou look so pale?
Hor. For fear, I promise you, if I look pale.

Bap. What, will my daughter prove a good mufician?
Hor. 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?
Hor. Why, no; for she hath broke the lute on me.
I did but tell her, she mistook her frets,

And bow'd her hand to teach her fingering,

When, with a most impatient devilish spirit,

Frets call you them? quoth fhe: I'll fume with them:
And with that word fhe ftruck me on the head,
And through the inftrument my pate made
And there I ftood amazed for a while,

As on a pillory, looking through the lute;
While fhe did call me rafcal, fidler,

way;

And twangling jack, with twenty fuch vile terms,
As fhe had ftudied to mifufe me fo.

Pet. Now, by the world, it is a lusty wench;
I love her ten times more than e'er I did:

O, how I long to have some chat with her!

Bap. Well, go with me, and be not fo discomfited.
Proceed in practice with my younger daughter;
She's apt to learn, and thankful for good turns.
Signior Petruchio, will you go with us,

Or fhall I send my daughter Kate to you?
Pet. I pray you, do. I will attend her here,

[Exit Bap. with Gre. Hor. and Tranio.

And

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

Say, that she frown; I'll fay, the looks as clear
As morning roses newly wash'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 fhe do bid me pack, I'll give her thanks,
As though she bid me stay by her a week:
If the deny to wed, I'll crave the day

When I fhall ask the banes, and when be married.
But here she comes; and now, Petruchio, speak.

SCENE

Enter Catharina.

IV.

Good morrow, Kate; for that's your name,

hear.

Cath. Well have you heard, but something 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 prettiest Kate in christendom,
Kate of Kate-hall, my fuper-dainty Kate,
(For dainties are all cates) and therefore Kate;
Take this of me, Kate of my confolation!
Hearing thy mildness prais'd in every town,
Thy virtues spoke of, and thy beauty founded,
(Yet not fo deeply as to thee belongs)
Myself am mov'd to woo 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 jointftool.

Pet. Thou haft hit it: come, fit on me.

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Cath.

Cath. Affes are made to bear, and fo are you.
Pet. Women are made to bear, and fo are you.
Cath. No fuch jade, fir, as you, if me you mean.
Pet. Alas, good Kate, I will not burden thee;
For, knowing thee to be but young and light –
Cath. Too light for fuch a fwain as you to catch;
And yet as heavy as my weight should be.*

Pet. Nay, hear you, Kate: infooth, you 'scape not so.
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,

----weight should be.

Pet. Should! Bee: fhould ! ---- buz.
Cath. Well ta'en, and like a buzzard.

Pet. O 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.
Cath. If I be wafpifh, 'beft beware my fting.

Pet. My remedy is then to pluck it out.

Cath. Ay, if the fool could find it where it lies,

Pet. Who knows not where a wafp doth wear his fting?

In his tail.

Cath. In his tongue.

Pet. Whofe tongue?

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But flow in speech, yet sweet as spring-time flowers:
Thou can'ft 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 mildness entertain'ft thy wooers,
With gentle conf'rence, foft, and affable.
Why doth the world report that Kate doth limp?
O, fland'rous world! Kate, like the hazel-twig,
Is ftrait, and flender; and as brown in hue
As hazel-nuts, and fweeter than the kernels.
O, let me fee thee walk: thou doft not halt.

Cath. Go, fool, and whom thou keepeft, those command.
Pet. Did ever Dian fo become a grove,

As Kate this chamber with her princely gait?

O, be thou Dian, and let her be Kate;

And then let Kate be chafte, and Dian sportful.

Cath. Where did you ftudy all this goodly speech?
Pet. It is extempore, from my mother-wit.
Cath. A witty mother, witless else her fon.

Pet. Am I not wife?

Cath. Yes; keep you warm.

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

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

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