Pet. Father, 'tis thus; your felf and all the world
That talk'd of her, have talk'd amiss of her;
If fhe be curs'd, it is for policy,

For fhe's not froward, but modeft as the dove:
She is not hot, but temperate as the morn,
For patience the will prove a fecond Griffel,
And Roman Lucrece for her chastity.

And to conclude, we've 'greed fo well together,
That upon Sunday is the wedding day.

Kath. I'll fee thee hang'd on Sunday first.

Gre. Hark: Petruchio! the fays fhe'll see thee hang'd first.
Tra. Is this your speeding? nay then, good night our part!
Pet. Be patient, Sirs, I chufe her for my self,
If she and I be pleas'd, what's that to you?
'Tis bargain'd 'twixt us twain, being alone,
That she shall still be curs'd in company.
I tell you 'tis incredible to believe

How much she loves me; oh the kindeft Kate!
She hung about my neck, and kiss on kiss
She vy'd so fast, protesting oath on oath,
That in a twink fhe won me to her love.
Oh you are novices; 'tis a world to fee,
How tame (when men and women are alone)
Ameacock wretch can make the curfteft fhrew.
Give me thy hand, Kate, I will unto Venice,
To buy apparel 'gainst the wedding day;
Father, provide the feast, and bid the guests,
I will be fure my Katharine 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 say we, we will be witnesses. Pet. Father, and wife, and gentlemen, adieu, I will to Venice, Sunday comes apace,

meacock or mew-cock, an effeminate fellow.

We

We will have rings and things, and fine array,
And kiss me Kate, we will be married a Sunday.

[Ex. Petruchio and Katharina.

SCENE VI.

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 seas.
Bap. The gain I seek, 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 looked for:
I am your neighbour, and was fuitor first.

Tra. And I am one that love Bianca more
Than words can witness 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 strife; 'Tis deeds must 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,

Basons and ewers to lave her dainty hands :

My hangings all of Tyrian tapestry;

In ivory coffers I have ftuft my crowns;

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In cypress chests my arras, counterpanes,
Coftly apparel, tents and canopies,

Fine linnen, Turkey cushions bofs'd with pearl;
Valance of Venice gold in needle-work;
Pewter and brass, and all things that belong
To house, or house-keeping: then at my farm
I have a hundred milch-kine to the pail,
Sixscore fat oxen standing in my stalls;
And all things answerable to this portion.
My self am struck in years, I must confefs,
And if I die to-morrow, this is hers,

If whilst I live she will be only mine.

Tra. That only came well in. 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 ;

Besides 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 not to fo much in all: That she shall have, befides an Argofie That now is lying in Marseilles's road. What, have I choakt you with an Argofie?

Tra. Gremio, 'tis known my father hath no less Than three great Argofies, befides two galliaffes, And twelve tight gallies; these I will assure her, And twice as much, what e'er thou offer'ft next. Gre. Nay, I have offer'd all; I have no more; And she 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, else you must pardon me:
If you should 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 Katharine 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 so I take my leave, and thank you both.

[Exit.

Gre. Adieu, good neighbour. Now I fear thee not:

Sirrah, young gamester, 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.

[Exit.

Tra. A vengeance on your crafty wither'd hide,

Yet I have fac'd it with a card of ten :

'Tis in my head to do my mafter good? I see 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 case of wooing, a child shall get a fire, if I fail not of my cunning.

[Exit.

[Sly Speaks to one of the fervants. Sly. Sim. when will the fool come again? Sim, Anon, my lord.

!

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

Sim. So I do, my Lord..

Sly. Here Sim, I drink to thee.

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ACT III. SCENE I

Continues in Padua.

Enter Lucentio, Hortenfio, and Bianca.

LUCENTI O.

Idler, forbear; you grow too forward, Sir:
Have you so soon forgot the entertainment
Her fifter Katharine welcom'd you withal?
Hor. Wrangling pedant, this

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
To know the cause why mufick was ordain'd:
Was it not to refresh the mind of man
After his studies, or his usual pain ?
Then give me leave to read philosophy,

And while I pause, ferve in your harmony.

Hor. Sirrah, I will not bear these braves of thine.

Bian. Why, gentlemen, you do me double wrong,

To strive for that which refteth in my choice:
I am no breeching fcholar in the schools;