Kate. In his tongue?
Pet. Whofe tongue.
Kate. Yours if you talke of tailes, and so farewell.
Pet. What with my tongue in your taile.
Nay, come againe, good Kate, I am a gentleman.
Kate. That Ile trie.
She ftrikes him
Pet. I sweare Ile cuffe you, if you strike againe.
Kate. So may you loose your armes.
If you strike me, you are no gentleman,
And if no gentleman, why then no armes.
Pet. A herald Kate? oh put me in thy bookes.
Kate. What is your creft, a coxcombe ?
Pet. A combleffe cocke, fo Kate will be my hen.
Kate. No cocke of mine you crow too like a crauen.
Pet. Nay come Kate come: you must not looke fo fowre
Kate. It is my fashion when I fee a crab.
Pet. Why heere's no crab, and therefore looke not fowre.
Kate. There is, there is.
Pet. Then fhew it mee.
Kate. Had I a glaffe, I would.
Pet. What, you meane my face.
Kate. Well aym'd of fuch a yong one.
Pet. Now by St. George I am too yong for you.
Kate. Yet you are wither'd.
Pet. 'Tis with cares.
Kate. I care not.
Pet. Nay heare you Kate. In footh you fcape not fo,
Kate. I chafe you if I tarrie. 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 finde report a very lyar :
For thou art pleasant, gamesome, paffing courteous,
But flow in fpeech: yet fweete as fpring-time flowers.
Thou canst not frowne, thou canst not looke afconce,
Nor bite the lip, as angrie wenches will,
Nor haft thou pleasure to be croffe in talke:
But thou with mildneffe entertain'ft thy wooers,
With gentle conference, foft, and affable.
Why does the world report that Kate doth limpe?
Oh fland'rous world: Kate like the hazle twig
Is ftraight, and flender, and as browne in hue
As hazle nuts, and sweeter then the kernels:
Oh let me fee thee walke, thou doft not halt.
Kate. Go foole, and whom thou keep'st command.
Pet. Did ever Dian fo become a groue
As Kate this chamber with her princely gate:
Oh be thou Dian, and let her be Kate,
And then let Kate be chaft, and Dian Sportfull.
Kate. Where did you studie all this goodly speech?
Pet. It is extempore, from my mother wit.
Kate. A wittie mother, witleffe else her fonne.
Pet. Am I not wife?
Kate. Yes, keepe you warme.
Pet. Marry fo I meane fweete Katherine in thy bed:
And therefore fetting all this chat aside,
Thus in plaine termes: your father hath confented
That you shall be my wife; your dowrie greed on,
And will you, nill you, I will marry you.
Now Kate, I am a husband for your turne,
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.
Enter Baptifta, Gremio, Tranio.
For I am he am borne to tame you Kate,
And bring you from a wilde Kate to a Kate
Conformable as other houshold Kates:
Heere comes your father, neuer make deniall,
I must, and will haue Katherine to my wife.
Bap. Now fignior Petruchio, how speed you with my daughter?
Pet. How but well fir? how but well?
It were impoffible I should speed amiffe.
Bap. Why how now daughter Katherine, in your dumps?
Kat. Call you me daughter? now I promise you
You haue fhewd a tender fatherly regard,
To with me wed to one halfe lunaticke,
A mad-cap ruffian and a swearing Jacke,
That thinkes with oathes to face the matter out.
Pet. Father 'tis thus, yourselfe and all the world
That talk'd of her, haue talk'd amiffe of her :
If she be curft, it is for policie,
For fhee's not froward, but modest as the doue
Shee is not hot, but temperate as the morne,
For patience, she will proue a second Griffell,
And Roman Lucrece for her chastitie :
And to conclude, we haue greed fo well together,
That vpon Sonday is the wedding day.
Kate. Ile fee thee hang'd on Sonday first.
Gre. Hark Petruchio, fhe fayes fhee'll fee thee hang'd first. Tra. Is this your speeding? nay then god night our part.
Pet. Be patient gentlemen, I choose her for myselfe,
If the and I be pleas'd, what's that to you ? 'Tis bargain'd twixt vs twaine being alone, That fhe fhall ftill be curft in companie.
I tell you 'tis incredible to belieue
How much she loues me: oh the kindest Kate,
Shee hung about my necke, and kiffe on kiffe
Shee vi'd fo faft, protefting oath on oath,
That in a twinke fhe won me to her loue.
Oh you are nouices, 'tis a world to fee
How tame when men and women are alone,
A meacocke wretch can make the curftest shrew
Giue me thy hand Kate, I will vnto Venice
To buy apparell 'gainst the wedding day:
Prouide the feast father, and bid the guests,
I will be fure my Katherine shall be fine.
Bap. I know not what to fay, but giue me your hands,
God fend you ioy Petruchio, 'tis a match.
Gre. Tra. Amen say we, we will be witnesses.
Pet. Father and wife, and gentlemen adieu,
I will to Venice, Sonday comes apace,
We will haue rings, and things and fine arrayr,
And kiffe me Kate, we will be married a Sonday.
Exit Petruchio and Katherine.
Gre. Was euer match clapt vp fo fodainly?
Bap. Faith gentlemen now I play a merchants part,
And venture madly on a defperate mart.
Tra. Twas a commodity lay fretting by you,
'Twill bring you gaine, or perish on the feas.
Bap. The gaine I feeke, is quiet me the match.
Gre. No doubt but he hath got a quiet catch,
But now Baptifta, to your yonger daughter,
Now is the day we long haue looked for,
I am your neighbour, and was futor first.
Tra. And I am one that loue Bianca more
Then words can witneffe, or your thoughts can gueffe.
Gre. Yongling thou canst not loue fo deare as I.
Tra. Gray-beard thy loue doth freeze.
Gre. But thine doth frie,
Skipper stand backe, 'tis age that nourisheth.
Tra. But youth in ladies eyes that flourisheth.
Bap. Content you gentlemen, I will compound this ftrife 'Tis deeds must win the prize, and he of both That can affure my daughter greatest dower, D 4
Shall haue my Biancas loue.
Say fignior Gremio, what can you affure her?
Gre. First, as you know, my house within the city
Is richly furnished with plate and gold,
Basons and ewers to laue her dainty hands:
My hangings all of Tirian tapestrie :
In itory coffers I haue ftuft my crownes :
In cipres chefts my arras counterpoints,
Coftly apparell, tents, and canopies,
Fine linnen, Turky cushions bost with pearle,
Vallens of Venice gold, in needle worke :
Pewter and braffe, and all things that belongs
To house or house-keeping: then at my farme
I have a hundred milch-kine to the pale,
Six-score fat oxen standing in my stalls,
And all things answerable to this portion.
My felfe am ftrooke in yeeres I must confeffe,
And if I die to-morrow this is hers
If whil'ft I liue she will be only mine.
Tra. That only came well in: fir, list to me,
I am my fathers heyre and onely fonne,
If I may haue your daughter to my wife,
Ile leaue her houses three or foure as good
Within rich Pifa walls, as any one
Old fignior Gremio has in Padua,
Befides two thousand duckets by the yeere
Of fruitfull land, all which shall be her ioynter.
What, haue I pincht you fignior Gremio?
Gre. Two thousand duckets by the yeere of land,
My land amounts not to fo much in all:
That she shall haue, befides an argofie
That now is lying in Marcellus roade :
What, haue I choakt you with an argofie
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