Say fhe be mute, and will not speak a word,
Then I'll commend her volubility,
And fay fhe uttereth piercing eloquence :
If fhe do bid me pack, I'll give her thanks,
As tho' fhe bid me ftay 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 he comes, and now Petruchio speak.

SCENE IV.

Enter Katharina,

Good morrow Kate, for that's your name I hear. Kath. Well have you heard, but fomething hard of hearing.

They call me Katharine, 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 prettieft 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 consolation! Hearing thy mildness prais'd in every town, Thy virtues spoke of, and thy beauty founded, Yet not fo deeply as to thee belongs: My felf am mov'd to woo thee for my wife.

Kath. 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?

Kath. A join'd ftool.

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

Kath. Affes are made to bear, and fo are you. Pet. Women are made to bear, and fo are you.. Kath. No fuch jade, Sir, as you, if me you mean. Pet. Alas, good Kate, I will not burthen thee, For knowing thee to be but young and lightKath. Too light for fuch a fwain as you to catch.

And

And yet as heavy as my weight fhould be.*

Weight should be

Pet. Should be! fhould! buz.

Kath. Well ta'en, and like a buzzard.

Pet.

Pet. Oh flow-wing'd turtle, fhall a buzzard take thee?
Kath. Ay, for a turtle, as he takes a buzzard.
Pet. Come, come you wafp, i' faith you are too

angry.

Kath. If I be wafpifh, 'beft beware my fting.
Pet. My remedy is then to pluck it out.

Kath. Ay, if the fool could find it where it lyes. Pet. Who knows not where a wafp doth wear his fting?

In his tail.

Kath. In his tongue.

Pet. Whofe tongue!

Kath. Yours if you talk of tails, and fo farewel Pet. What, with my tongue in your tail? nay, come again,

Good Kate, I am a gentleman.

Kath. That I'll try.

Pet. I fwear I'll cuff you, if you
Kath. So may you lofe your arms.

[She ftrikes him.. ftrike again.

If you ftrike me you are no gentleman,
And if no gentleman, why then no arms.
Pet. A herald, Kate? oh put me in thy books.
Kath. What is your crest, a coxcomb?

Pet. A comblefs cock, fo Kate will be my hen.
Kath. No cock of mine, you crow too like a craven..
Pet. Nay, come Kate; come, you must not look
fo fower.

Kath. It is my fashion when I fee a crab.

Pet. Why here's no crab, and therefore look not fo fower.

Kath. There is, there is.

Pet. Then fhew it me.

Kath. Had a glass I would.

Pet. What, you mean my face?

Kath

Pet. Nay, hear you Kate. Infooth you 'fcape not fo. Kath. 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 pleafant, gamefome, paffing courteous,
But flow in fpeech, yet fweet as fpring-time flowers.
Thou can't not frown, thou can'ft not look ascance,
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, soft and affable.
Why doth the world report that Kate doth limp?
Oh fland'rous world! Kate, like the hazle twig,
Is ftrait, and flender, and as brown in hue
As hazle nuts, and fweeter than the kernels.
O let me fee thee walk: thou dost not halt.

Kath. Go fool, and whom thou keep'st command.
Pet. Did ever Dian fo 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 chaft, and Dian fportful.

Kath. Where did you ftudy all this goodly fpeech?
Pet. It is extempore, from my mother-wit.
Kath. A witty mother, witlefs elfe her fon,
Pet. Am I not wife?

Kath. Yes; keep you warm.

Pet. Why fo I mean, fweet Katharine, in thy bed: And therefore fetting all this chat afide,

Thus in plain terms: your father hath confented
That you fnall 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,

Kath. Well aim'd of fuch a young one.

For

Pet. Now, by St. George I am too young for you. Kath. Yet you are wither'd.

Pet. 'Tis with cares.

Kath. I care not.

Pet. Nay, Ci

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 must and will have Katharine to my wife.

SCENE

V.

Enter Baptifta, Gremio, and Tranio.

Bap. Now, Signior Petruchio, how speed you with my daughter?

Pet. How but well, Sir? how but well?

It were impoffible I should speed amifs.

Bap. Why how now daughter Katharine, in your dumps ?

Kath. Call you me daughter? now I promise you You've fhew'd a tender fatherly regard,

To with me wed to one half lunatick,

A madcap ruffian, and a fwearing jack,
That thinks with oaths to face the matter out.
Pet. Father, 'tis thus; your felf and all the world
That talk'd of her, have talk'd amifs 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 she 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 firft.

Gre. Hark: Petruchio! The fays fhe'll fee thee Fang'd firft.

Tra. Is this your fpeeding? nay then, good night

our part!

Pet. Be patient, Sirs, I chufe her for my felf, If fhe and I be pleas'd, what's that to you?

'Tis

'Tis bargain'd 'twixt us twain, being alone,
That fhe fhall ftill be curs'd 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 kils
She vy'd fo faft, protefting cath 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 feaft, 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 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 a Sunday. [Ex.. Petruchio and Katharina,

SCENE IV.

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 perifh 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 looked for:
I am your neighbour, and was fuitor firft.

Tra. And I am one that love Biancha 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..

meacock or mew-cock, an effeminate fellow..

Gre