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If this be not a lawful canse for me to leave his service, , Pet. I know her father, though I know not her;
-- look your sir,--he bid me knock him, and rap him And he knew my deceased father well.
soundly, sir: well, was it fit for a servant to use his I will not sleep, Hortensio, till I see her;
master so; being; perhaps

, (for aught I see,)two and And therefore let me be thus bold with you,
a pipout?

give you first , Whom, 'would to God, I had well knock'd at first, Unless

you will accompany me thither. Then had not Grumio come by the worst.

Gru.spray you, sir, let him go, while the humonr lasts. Pet. A senseless villain!-Good Hortensio, O’my word, an she knew him as well as I do, she would I bade the rascal knock upon your gate,

think scolding would do little good upon him. She may, And could not get him for my heart to do it.

perhaps,call him half a score knaves, or so: why, that's Gru. Knock at the gate ?_0 heavens !

nothing; an he begin once, he'll railin his rope-tricks. Spake you not these words plain, -- Sirrah, knock me I'll tell you what, sir, au she stand him but a little, here,

he will throw a figure in her face, and so disfigure her
Rap me here, knock me well, and knock me soundly? with it, that she shall have no more eyes to see withal
And come you now with --knocking at the gate ? than a cat. You know him not, sir.
Pet. Sirrah, be gone, or talk not, I advise you. Hor. Tarry, Petruchio, I must go with thee;
Hor. Petruchio, patience! I am Grumio's pledge; For in Baptista's keep my treasure is:
Why, 'tis a heavy chance'twixt him and you ; He hath the jewel of my life in hold,
Your ancient, trusty, pleasant servant Grumio. His youngest daughter, beautiful Bianca ;
And tell me now, sweet friend, -- what happy galo And her withholds from me, and other more
Blows you to Padua here, from old Verona ?

Suitors to her, and rivals in my love: Pet. Such wind as scatters young men through the Supposing it a thing impossible, world,

(For those defects I have before rehears’d,) To seek their fortunes further than at home,

That ever Catharina will be woo'd. Where small experience grows. But, in a few,

Therefore this order hath Baptista ta’en, Signior Hortensio, thus it stands with me:

That none shall have access unto Bianca, Antonio, my father, is deceas’d;

Till Catharine the curst have got a husband. And I have thrust myself into this maze,

Gru. Catharine the curst!
Haply to wive, and thrive, as best I may :

A title for a maid, of all titles the worst!
Crowns in my purse I have, and goods at home Hor. Now shall my friend Petruchio do me grace,
And so am come abroad to see the world.

And offer me, disguis’d in sober robes,
Hor. Petruchio, shall I then come roundly to thee, To old Baptista as a schoolmaster
And wish thee to a shrew'd ill-favour'd wife? Well seen in music, to instruct Bianca:
Thou’dst thank me but a little for my counsel : That so I may by this device, at least,

And yet l'll promise thee, she shall be rich,

Have leave and leisure to make love to her, And very rich :- but thou'rt too much my friend, And, unsuspected, court her by herself. And I'll not wish thee to her.

Enter Gremio; with him Lucentio disguised, with Pet. Signior Hortensio, 'twixt sach friends as we,

books under his arm. Few words suffice: and, therefore, if thou know Gru. Here's no knavery! See, to beguile the old folks, Ouerich enough to be Petruchio's wife,

how the young folks lay their heads together! Master, (As wealth is burthen of my wooing dance)

master, look about you! Who goes there? ha! Be she as foul as was Florentius' love,

Hor. Peace, Grumio! 'tis the rival of my love :-As oldas Sybil, and as curst and shrewd

Petruchio, stand by a while! As Socrates' Xantippe, or a worse,

Gru. A proper stripling, and an amorous! [They retire. She moves me not, or not removes, at least,

Gre, 0, very well; I have perus’d the note. Affection's edge in me; were she as rough

Hark you, sir; I'll have them very fairly bound : As are the swelling Adriatic seas :

All books of love, see that at any hand; I come to wive it wealthily in Padua;

And see you read no other lectures to her: If wealthily, then happily in Padua.

You understand me.-Over and beside
Gru. Nay, look you, sir, he tells you flatly, what his Signior Baptista's liberality,
mind is. Why, give him gold enough, and marry him I'll mend it with a largess. – Take your papers too,
to a puppet, or an aglet-baby; or an old trot with ne'er And let me have them very well perfum d;
a tooth in her head, though she have as many diseases, For she is sweeter than perfume itself,
as two and fifty horses : why, nothing comes amiss, so To whom they go. What will you read to her?
money comes withal.

Luc. Whate'er I read to her, I'll plead for you,
Hor. Petruchio, since we have stepp'd thus far in, As for my patron, (stand you so assur’d,)
I will continue that I broach'd in jest.

As firmly as yourself were still in place:
I can Petruchio, help thee to a wife

Yea, and(perhaps) with more successful words With wealth enough, and young, and beauteous; Than you, unless you were a scholar, sir. Brought up as best becomes a gentlewoman:

Gre. O this learning! what a thing it is! Her only fault (and that is faults enough)

Gru. O this woodcock! what an ass itis ! Is, – that she is intolerably curst,

Pet. Peace, sirrah ! And shrewd, and froward; so beyond all measure, Ilor. Grumio, mum!—God save you, signior Gremio! That, were my state far worser than it is,

Gre. And you're well met, signior Hortensio. Trow I would not wed her for a mine of gold.

Hor.Hortensio, peace; thou know'st notgold'seffect.- Whither I am going?-- To Baptista Minola.
Tell me her father's name, and 'tis enough;

I promis'd to enquire carefully
For I will board her, though she chide as loud, About a schoolmaster for fair Bianca:
As thunder, when the clouds inautumn crack. And, by good fortune, I have lighted well
Hor. Her fathers is Baptista Minola,

On this young man, for learning and behaviour,
An affable and courteous gentleman:

Fit for her turn, well read in poetry, Her name is Catharina Minola,

And other books,-good ones, I warrant you. Renown'd in Padua for her scolding tongue.

Hor. 'Tis well: and I have met a gentleman,



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Hath promis’d me to help me to another,

Do me this right,-hear me with patience!
A fine musician to instruct our mistress;

Baptista is a noble gentleman,
So shall I no whit be behind in duty

To whom my father is not all unknown;
To fair Bianca, so belov'd of me.

And, were his daughter fairer than she is,
Gre. Belov'd of me,-- and that my deeds shall prove. She may more suitors have, and me for one.
Gru. And that his bags shall prove. [Aside. Fair Leda's daughter had a thousand wooers;
lior. Gremio, 'tis now no time to vent our love. Then well one more may fair Bianca have:
Listen to me, and if you speak me fair,

And so she shall; Lucentiv shall make one,
I'll tell you news indill'erent good for either.

Thongh Paris came, in hope to speed alone.
Here is a gentleman, whom by chance I met

Gre. What! this gentleman willout-talk us all.
Upon agreement from us to his liking,

Luc. Sir, give him head! I know, he'll prove a jade. Will undertake to woo curst Catharine;

Pet. Hortensio, to what end are all these words?
Yea, and to marry her, if her dowry please.

Hor. Sir, let me be so bold as to ask you,
Gre. So said, so done, is well. –

Did you ever yet see Baptista's daughter?
Hortensio, have you told him all her faults?

Tra. No, sir: but hear I do, that he hath two;
Pet. I know, she is an irksome brawling scold; The one as famous for a scolding tongue,
If that be all, masters, I hear no harm,

As is the other for beauteous modesty:
Gre. No, say'st me so, friend? What countryman? Pet. Sir, sir, the first's for me; let her go by!
Pet. Born in Verona, old Antonio's son:

Gre. Yea, leave that labour to great Hercules ;
My father dead, my fortune lives for me;

And let it be more than Alcides' twelve.
And I do hope good days, and long, to see.

Pet. Sir, understand you this of me, in sooth;
Gre.0, sir, such a life,with such a wife, were strange: The youngest daughter, whom you hearken for,
But, if you have a stomach, to't, o'God's name; Her father keeps from al access of suitors,
You shall have me assisting you in all.

And will not promise her to any man,
But will you woo this wild cat?

Until the elder sister first be wed:
Pet. Will I live?

The younger then is free, and not before.
Gru. Will he woo her? ay, or I'll hang her. [-Aside. Tra. Ifit be so, sir, that you are the man
Pet. Why came I hither, but to that intent? Must stead as all, and me among the rest;
Think yon, a little din can daunt mine ears?

And if you break the ice, and do this feat,
Have I not in my time heard lions roar?

Achieve the elder, set the younger free
Have I not heard the sea, pofl'd up with winds, For our access : — whose hap shall be to have her,
Rage like an angry boar, chafed with sweat? Will not so graceless be, to be ingrate.
Have I not heard great ordnance in the field,

Hor. Sir, you say well, and well you do conceive;
And heaven's artillery thunder in the skies?

And since you do profess to be a suitor,
Have I not in the pitched battle heard

You must, as we do, gratify this gentleman,
Loud’larums, neighing steeds, and trumpets' clang? To whom we all rest generally beholden.
And do you tell me of a woman's tongue,

Tra. Sir, I shall not be slack : in sign whereof,
That gives not half so great a blow to the ear, Please ye we may contrive this afternoon,
As will a chesnut in a farmer's fire?

And quaff carouses to our mistress' health,
Tush! tush! fear boys with bugs!

And do as adversaries do in law :
Gru. Forhe fears none,

[.Aside. Strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends!
Gre. Hortensio, hark !

Gru. Bion.O excellent motion! Fellows, let's begone !
This gentleman is happily arriv’d,

Hor. The motion's good, indeed, and be it so !
My mind presumes, for his own good, and yours. Petruchio, I shall be your ben venuto. (Exeunt.

Hor. I promis’d, we would be contributors,
And bear his charge of wooing, whatsoe'er.
Gre. And so we will; provided, that he win her.


Gru. I would, I were as sure of a good dinner. [ Aside. SCENEI.-The same. A room in Baptista's house.
Enter Tranio, bravely apparell’d; and Biondello.

Tra. Gentlemen, God save you! If I may be bold,
Tell me, I beseech you, which is the readiest way Bian. Good sister, wrong me not, nor wrong yourself,
To the house of signior Baptista Minola?

To make a bondinaid and a slave of me!
Gre. He that has the two l'air daughters ?-[Aside to That I disdain: but for these other gawds,
Tranio.) is't he you mean?

Unbind my hands, I'll pull them of myself,
Tra. Even he. Biondello!

Yea, all my raiment, to my petticoat;
Gre, Hark yon, sir ; you mean not her to

Or, what you will command me, will I do,
Tra.Perhaps, him aud her, sir? What have you to do? So well I know my duty to my elders.
Pet. Not her that chides, sir, at any hand, I pray. Cath. Of all thy suitors, here I charge thee, tell
Tra. Ilove no chiders, sir :— Biondello, let's away! Whom thou lov'st best: see, thou dissemble not.
Luc. Well begun, Tranio!

[-4 side. Biun. Believe me, sister, of all the men alive
Hor. Sir, a word ere you go; –

I never yet beheld that special face
Are you a suitor to the maid you talk of, yea, or no? Which I could fancy more than any other.
Tra. An if I be, sir, is it any offence?

Cath, Minion, thou liest: is't not Hortensio?
Gre. No; if, without more words, you will get you Bian. If you affect him, sister, here I swear,

I'll plead for you myself, but you shall have him.
Tra. Why, sir, I pray, are not the streets as free Cath. O then, belike, you fancy riches more;
For me, as for you?

You will have Gremio to keep you fair.
Gre. Butso is not she.

Bian. Is it for him you do envy me so?
Tra. For what reason, I beseech you?

Nay, then you jest; and now I well perceive,
Gre. For this reason, if you'll know,

You have but jested with me all this while:
That she's the choice love of signior Gremio.

I pr’ythee, sister Kate, untie my hands!
Hor. That she's the chosen of signior Hortensio.

Cath. If that be jest, then all the rest was so.
Tra. Softly, my masters! if you be gentlemen,

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good Cambio!-But, gentle sir, [To Tranio ) methinks Bap. Why, how now, dame! whence grows this in- you walk like a stranger. May I be so bold to know the solence?

cause of your coming?
Bianca, stand aside! poor girl! she weeps :- Tra. Pardon me, sir, the boldness is mine own;
Go ply thy neddle; meddle not with her!

That, being a stranger in this city here,
For shame, thou hilding of a devilish spirit, Do make myself a suitor to your daughter,
Why dost thou wrong her, that did ne'er wrong thee? Untó Bianca, fair, and virtuous.
When did she cross thee with a bitter word ?

Noris your firm resolve unknown to me,
Cath. Her silence flouts me, and I'll be reveng'd. In the preferment of the elder sister.

[Flies after Bianca. This liberty is all that I request,
Bap. What, in my sight? — Bianca, get thee in! That upon knowledge of my parentage,

(Exit Bianca. I may have welcome 'mongst the rest that woo,
Cath. Will you not suffer me? Nay, now I see, And free access and favour as the rest.
She is your treasure, she must have a husband; And toward the education of your daughters,
I must dance bare-foot on her wedding-day,

I here bestow a simple instrument,
And, for your love to her, lead apes in hell.

And this small packet of Greek and Latin books:
Talk not to me! I will go sit and weep,

If you accept them, then their worth is great.
Till I can find occasion of revenge. [Exit Catharina. Bap. Lucentio is your name? of whence, I pray?
Bap. Was ever gentleman thus griev'd as I?

Tra. Of Pisa, sir; son to Vincentio.
But who comes here?

Bap. A mighty man of Pisa, by report; Enter Gremio, with Lucentio in the habit of a mean I know him well: you are very welcome, sir. mun; Petruchio, with Hortensio as a Musician; Take you [To Hor.] the lute, and you [To Luc.] the set and Tranio, with Biondello bearing a lute and of books, books.

You shall go see your pupils presently. Gre. Good-morrow, neighbour Baptista!

Ilolla, within! Bup. Good-morrow, neighbour Gremio! God save

Enter a Servant. you, gentlemen!

Sirrah, lead
Pet. And you, good sir! Pray, have you not a daughter These gentlemen to my daughters; and tellthem both,
Call'd Catharina, fair, and virtuous?

These are their tutors; bid them use them well.
Bap. I have a daughter, sir, call’d Catharina!

[Exit Servant, with Hortensio, Lucentio, and Gre. You are too blunt, go to it orderly.

Pet. You wrong me,signior Gremio; give me leave! We will go walk a little in the orchard,
I am a gentleman of Verona, sir,

And then to dinner. You are passing welcome,
That, -- hearing of her beauty, and her wit,

And so I pray you all to think yourselves.
Her aflability, and bashful modesty,

Pet. Signior Baptista, my business asketh haste,
Her wondrous qualities, and mild behaviour, – And every day I cannot come to woo.
Am bold to show myself a forward guest

You knew my father well; and iu him, me,
Within your house, to make mine eye the witness Left solely heir to all his lands and goods,
Of that report, which I so oft have heard,

Which I have better'd rather than decreas'd. And, for an entrance to my entertainment,

Then tell me, -if I get your daughter's love, Ido present you with a man of mine,

What dowry shall I have with her to wife? [Presenting Hortensio.

Bup. After my death, the one half of my lands, Cunning in music, and the mathematics,

And, in possession, twenty thousand crowns. To instruct her fully in those sciences,

Pet. And, for that dowry, I'll assure her of Whereof, I know, she is not ignorant.

Her widowhood, beit that she survive me, Accept of him, or else you do me wrong;

In all my lands and leases whatsoever.
His name is Licio, born in Mantua.

Let specialties be therefore drawn between us,
Bap. You're welcome,sir; and he, for your good sake: That covenants may be kept on either hand!
But for my daughter Catharina, — this I know, Bap. Ay, when the special thing is well obtain'd,
She is not for your turn, the more my grief.

That is, - her love; for that is allin all.
Pet. I sce, you do not mean to part with her; Pet. Why, that is nothing; for I tell you, father,
Or else

like not of my company.

I am as peremptory, as she proud-minded;
Bap. Mistake me not, I speak but as I find.

And where two raging fires meet together, Whence are you, sir? what may I call your name? They do consume the thing that feeds their fury: Pet. Petruchio is my name, Antonio's son,

Though little fire grows great with little wind,
A man well known throughout all staly.

Yet extreme gusts will blow outfire and all:
Bap. I know him well: you are welcome for his sake. So I to her, and so she yields to me;
Gre. Saving your tale, Petruchio, I pray,

For I am rough, and woo not like a babe.
Letns, that are poor petitioners, speak too:

Bap. Well may'st thou woo, and happy be thy speed ! Baccare! you are marvellous forward.

But be thou arm’d for some unhappy words! Bet. O, pardon me, signior Gremio; I would fain be Pet. Ay, to the proof; as mountains are for winds, doing.

That shake not, though they blow perpetually. Gre. I doubt it not, sir; but you will curse your Re-enter Hortensio, with his head broken. wooing.

Bap. How now, my friend? why dost thou look so Neighbour, this is a gift very grateful, I am sure of it. pale? To express the like kindness myself, that have been Hor. For fear, I promise you, if I look pale. more kindly beholden to you than any, I freely give Rap.What, will my daughter prove a good musician? you this

young scholar, (Presenting Lucentio.] Hor. I think, she'll sooner prove a soldier ; that hath been long studying at Rheims; as cunning in Iron may hold with her, but never lutes. Greek, Latin, and other languages, as the other in mu- Bap. Why,then thou canst not break her to the lute? sic and mathematics : his name is Cambio; pray, accept Hor. Why, no; for she hath broke the late to me. his service!

I did but tell her, she mistook her frets, Bap. A thousand thanks, signior Gremio! welcome, And bow'd her hand to teach her fiugering;

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When, with a most impatient devilish spirit,

Cath. In his tongue.
Frets, call you these? quoth she: I'll fume with them: Pet. Whose tongue ?
And, with that word, she struck me on the head, Cath. Your's, if you talk of tails; and so farewell!
And through the instrument my pate made way; Pet. What, with my tongue in your tail ? nay, como
And there I stood amazed for a while,

As on a pillory, looking through the lute,

Good Kate; I am a gentleman.
While she did call me, rascal fiddler,

Cath. That I'll try.

[Striking him.
And twangling Jack; — with twenty such vile terms, Pet. I swear l'll cuff you, if you strike again.
As she had studied to misuse me so.

Cath. So may you lose your arms :
Pet. Now, by the world, it is a lusty wench;

If you strike ine, you are no gentleman ;
I love her ten times more than e'er I did :

And it'nn gentleman, why, then no arms.
0, how I long to have some chat with her!

Pet. A herald, Kate? 0, put me in thy books !
Bap. Well, go with me, and be not so discomfited! Cuth. What is your crest? a coxcomb?
Proceed in practice with my younger daughter; Pet. A combless cock, so Kate will be my hen.
She's apt to learn, and thankful for good turns. Cath. No cock of mine, you crow too like a craven.
Signior Petruchio, will you go with us?

Pet. Nay, come, Kate, come; you must not look so
Or shall I send my daughter Kate to you?
Pet. I pray you do, I will attend her here,

Cath. It is my fashion, when I see a crab.
[Exeunt Baptista, Gremio, Trunio,and Hortensio. Pet. Why here's no crab; and therefore look not sour!
And woo her with some spirit, when she comes. Cath. There is, there is.
Say, that she rail, why, then I'll tell her plain,

Pet. Then show it me!
She sings as sweetly, as a nightingale.

Cath. Hadl a glass, I would.
Say, that she frown, I'll say, she looks as clear, Pet. What, you mean my face?
As morning roses newly wash'd with dew.

Cath. Well aim'd of such

young Say, she be mute, and will not speak a word.

Pet. Now, by St George, I am too young for you.
Then I'll commend her volubility,

Cath. Yet you are wither’d.
And say — she uttereth piercing eloquence.

Pet. 'Tis with cares.
If she do bid me pack, I'll give her thanks,

Cath. I care not.
As though she bid me stay by her a week;

Pet. Nay, hear you, Kate:in sooth, you’scape not so.
If she deny to wed, I'll crave the day

Cath. Ichafe you, if I tarry; let me go!
When I shall ask the banns, and when he married. Pet. No, not a whit; I find you passing gentle.
But here she comes; and now, Petruchio, speak! | 'Twas told me, you were rough, and coy, and sullen,
Enter Catharina.

And now I find report a very liar;
Good-morrow, Kate; for that's your name, I hear. For thou art pleasant, gamesome, passing courteous;
Cath. Well have you heard, but something hard of But slow in speech, yet sweet, as spring-time flowers :

Thou canst not frown, thou canst not look askance,
They call me Catharine, that do talk of me.

Nor bite the lip, as angry wenches will ;
Pet. You lie, in faith ; for you are call'd plain Kate, Norhast thou pleasure to be cross in talk;
And bonny Kate, and sometimes Kate the curst; But thou with mildness entertain'st thy wooers,
But Kate, the prettiest Kate in Christendom,

With gentle conference, soft and affable.
Kate of Kate-Hall, my super-dainty Kate,

Why does the world report, that Kate doth limp? For dainties are all cates : and therefore, Kate, O slanderous world! Kate, like the hazle-twig, Take this of me, Kate of my consolation ;

Is straight and slender; and as brown in hue, Hearing thy mildness prais'd in every town,

As hazle nuts, and sweeter, than the kernels. Thy virtues spoke of, and thy beauty sounded, 0, let me see thee walk! thou dost not halt. (Yet not so deeply as to thee belongs,

Cath. Go, fool, and whom thou keep'st command. Myself am mov’d to woo thee for my wife.

Pet. Did ever Dian so become a grove,
Cath. Mov'd ! in good time: let him, that mov'd you As Kate this chamber with her princely gait?

o, be thou Dian, and let her be Kate; Remove you hence; I knew you at the first,

And then let Kate be chaste, and Dian sportful! You were a moveable.

Cath. Where did you study all this goodly speech?
Pet. Why, what's a moveable?

Pet. It is extempore, from my mother-wit.
Cath. A joint-stool.

Cath. A witty mother! witless else her son.
Pet. Thou hast hit it: come, sit on me!

Pet. Am I not wise?
Cath. Asses are made to bear, and so are you.

Cath. Yes; keep you warm !
Pet. Women are made to bear, and so are you. Pet. Marry, so I mean, sweet Catharine, in thy bed :
Cath. No such jade, sir, as you, if me you mean. And therefore, setting all this chat aside,
Pet. Alas, good Kate! I will not burdeu thee; Thus in plain terms: Your father has consented,
For, knowing thce to be but young and light, - That you shall be my wife ; your dowry’greed on;
Cath. Toolight for such a swain, as you to catch; And, will you, nill you, I will marry you.
And yet as heavy, as my weight should be.

Now, Kate, I am a husband for your turn;
Pet. Should be? should buz.

For, by this light, whereby I see thy beauty,
Cath. Well ta’en, and like a buzzard.

(Thy beauty, that doth make me like thee well,)
Pet. 0,slow-wing'd turtle! shall a buzzard take thee? Thou must be married to no man bat me:
Cath. Ay, for a turtle; as he takes a buzzard.


For I am he, am born to tame yon, Kate;
Pet. Come, come, you wasp; i’faith, you are too And briug you from a wild cat to a Kate

Conformable, as other household Kates.
Cath. If I be waspish, best beware my sting! Here comes your father; never make denial,
Pet. My remedy is then, to pluck it out.

I must and will have Katharine to my wife.
Cath. Ay, if'the fool could find it, where it lies.

Re-enter Baptista, GkEnio, and TRANIO.
Pet. Who knows not, where a wasp doth wear his

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

My hangings all of Tyrian tapestry: It were impossible, I should speed amiss.

In ivory coilers I have stufl'd my crowns,
Bap. Why, how now, daughter Catharine? in your In cypress chests my arras, counterpoints,
dumps ?

Costly apparel, tents, and canopies,
Çath. Call you me, daughter? now I promise you, Fine linen, Turkey cushions boss'd with pearl,
You have show'd a tender fatherly regard,

Valance of Venice gold in needle-work,
To wish me wed to one half lunatic;

Pewter and brass, and all things that belong A mad-cap ruffian, and a swearing Jack,

To horse, or house-keeping: then, at my farm, That thinks with oaths to face the matter ont.

I have a hundred milch-kine to the pail,
Pet. Father, 'tis thus, -yourself and all the world, Sixscore fat oxen standing in my stalls,
That talk'd of her, have talk'd amiss of her; And all things answerable to this portion.
If she be curst, it is for policy:

Myself am struck in years, I must confess;
For she's not froward, but modest as the dove; And, if I die to-morrow, this is hers,
She is not hot, but temperate as the morn;

If, whilst I live, she will be only mine.
For patience she will prove a second Grissel;

Tra. That, only, came wellin.--Sir, list to me,
And Roman Lucrece for her chastity:

I am my father's heir, and only son:
And to conclude, we have greed so well together, If I may have your daughter to my wife,
That upon Sunday is the wedding day.

I'll leave her houses three or four as good,
Cath. I'll see thee hang'd on Sunday first.

Within rich Pisa walls, as anyone
Gre. Hark, Petruchio ! she says, she'll see the hang'a old signior Gremio has in Padua;

Besides two thousand ducats by the vear,
Tra. Is this your speeding? nay, then, good night of fruitfulland, all which shall be herjointure.-
our part!

What, haves pinch'd you, signior Gremio?
Pet. Be patieni, gentlemen; I choose her for myself;| Gre. Two thousand ducats by the year, of land!
If she and I be pleas’d, what's that to you?

My land amounts not to so much in all :
'Tis bargain’d 'twixt us twain, being alone,

That she shall have; besides an argosy,
That she shall still be curst in company.

That now is lying in Marseilles 'road :-
I tell you, 'tis incredible to believe,

What, have i chok'd you with an argosy?
How much she loves me. O, the kindest Kate!

Tra. Gremio, 'tis known, my father hath no less
She hung about my neck, and kiss on kiss

Thau three great argosies; besides tuo galliasses,
She vied so fast, protesting oath on oath,

And twelve tight gallies: these I will assure her,
That in a twink she won me to her love.

And twice as much, whate'er thou ofler'st next.
0, you are novices ! 'tis a world to see,

Gre. Nay, I have offer'd all, I have no more;
Howtame, when men and women are alone,

And she can have no more than all I have;-
A meacock wretch can make the curstest shrew.- If you like me, she shall have me and mine.
Give me thy hand, Kate! I will unto Venice,

Ï'ra. Why, then the maid is mine from all the world,
To buy apparel gainst the wedding-day. –

By your firm promise; Gremio is out-vied.
Provide the feast, father, and bid the guests ! Bap. I must confess, your offer is the best;
I will be sure, my Catharine shall be fine.

And, let your father make her the assurance,
Bap. I know not what to say: but give me your hands; She is your own; else, you must pardon me:
God send you joy, Petruchio! 'tis a match.

If you should die before him, where's her dower?
Gre. Tra. Amen, say we; we will be witnesses. i'ru. That's but a eavil; he is old, I young.
Pet. Father, and wile, and gentlemen, adieu! Gre. And may not young men die, as well as old?
I will to Venice, Sunday comes apace: -

Bap. Well, gentlemen,
We will haverings, and things, and fine array: I am thus resolv’d:-On Sunday next, you know,
And kiss me, Kate, we will be married o' Sunday. My daughter Catharine is to be married :

(Exeunt Petruchio, and Catharina, severally. Now, on the Sunday following, shall Bianca
Gre. Was ever match clapp'd up so suddenly ? Be bride to you, if you make this assurance ;
Bap. Faith, gentlemen, now I play a merchant's part, If not, to signior Gremio :
And venture madly on a desperate mart.

And so I take my leave, and thank you both.
Tra. 'Twas a commodity lay fretting hy you: Gre. Adieu, good neighbour !– Now I fear thee not;
'Twill bring you gain, or perish on the seas.

Sirrah, young gamester, your father were a fool,
Bap. The gain, I seek, is-quiet in the match. To give thee all, and, in his waning age,
Gre. No doubt, but he hath got a quiet catch. Set foot under thy table. Tut! a toy!
But now, Baptista, to your younger daughter! An old Italian fox is not so kind, my boy. (Exit.
Now is the day, we long have looked for;

Tra. A vengeance on your crafty wither'd hide!
I am your neighbour, and was suitor first.

Yet I have faced it with a card of ten.
Trå. And I am one, that love Bianca more,

'Tis in my head to do my master good.
Than words can witness, or your thoughts can guess. I see no reason but suppos'd Lucentio

Gre. Youngling! thou canst not love so dear, as I. Must get a father, callid-suppos’d Vincentio ;
Tru. Grey-beard ! thy love doth freeze.

And that's a wonder : fathers, commonly,
Gre. But thine doth fry.

Do get their children; bat, in this case of wooing,
Skipper, stand back; 'tis age,

that nourisheth. A child shall get a sire,if I fail not of my cunning. Exit.
Tra. But youth, in ladies' eyes that flourisheth.
Bap. Content you, gentlemen; I'll compound this

'Tis deeds, must win the prize; and he, of both,

SCENEI.- Aroom in Baptista's house.
That can assure my daughter greatest dower,

Enter Lucextio, Hortensio, and Bianca,
Shall have Bianca's love.-

Lu.. Fiddler, forbear! you grow too forward, sir :
Say, signior Gremio, what can yon assure her? Have you so soon forgot the entertainment

Gre. First, as know, my house within the city Her sister Catharine welcom'd you withal ?
Is richly furnished with plate and gold,

Hor. But, wrangling pedant, this is
Bains, and ewers, to lave her dainty hands; The patroness of heavenly harmony:

Hor. Bian. Ofve! Luc. Bian Simon YOQ no not: Hor. Luc. Hor.

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