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Or shall I send my daughter Kate to you?
[Exit Bap. with Grem. Horten. and Tranio.
Enter Catharina. Good morrow, Kate; for that's your name, I 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 callid plain And bonny Kate, and sometimes Kate the curft: But Kate, the prettiest Kate in christendom, Kate of Kate-ball, my super-dainty Kate, (For dainties are all Gates) 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 sounded, Yet not so deeply as to thee belongs : My Self am mov'd to wooe thee for my wife Cath. Mov'd! in good time ; let him, that mov'd
Cath. A join'd stool.
Cath. Affes are made to bear, and so are you.
Pet. Alas, good Kate, I will not burthen thee;
Cath. Too light for such a swain as you to catch; And yet as heavy as my weight should be.
Pet. Should bee; should buz.
thee? Cath. Ay, for a turtle, as he takes a buzzard. Pet. Come, come, you wasp, i’faith, you are too
angry. Gath. If I be waspish, 'best beware my fting. Pet. My remedy is then to pluck it out. Cath. Ah, if the fool could find it, where it lies. Pet. Who knows not, where a wasp doch wear his
fting? In his tail.
Cath. In his tongue.
nay, come again, Good Kate, I am a gentleman. Cath. That I'll try.
[She strikes him. Pet. I swear, I'll cuff
you strike me, you are no gentleman; And if no gentleman, why, then no arms.
Pet. A herald, Kate? oh, put me in thy books.
fo fower. Cath. It is my fashion, when I see a crab. : Pet. Why, here's no crab, and therefore look not
so fower. VOL. II.
Cath. There is, there is.
so. Cath. I chafe you, if I tarry, let me go. Pet. No, not a whit, I find you passing gentle: 'Twas told me, you were rough, and coy, and sullen, And now I find Report a very liar ; For thou art pleasant, gamesome, paffing courteous, But flow in speech, yet sweet as spring-time flowers. Thou canst 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'st thy wooers, With gentle conf'rence, soft and affable. Why doth the world report, that Kate doth limp? Oh fand'rous world! Kate, like the hazle twig, Is strait, and slender; and as brown in hue As hazle nuts, and sweeter than the kernels. 0, let me see thee walk : thou doft not halt.
Cath. Go, fool, and whom thou keep'st command.
Pet. Did ever Dian so become a grove,
Cath. Where did you study all this goodly speech?
Cath. Yes ; keep you warm. 2 Pet. Why, so I mean, sweet Catharine, in thy bed : And therefore setting all this chat aside,
zdt. dumps ?
Thus in plain terms : your father hath consented, That you shall be my wife; your dow’ry 'greed on, And, will
I will marry you.
Enter Baptifta, Gremio, and Tranio.
my daughter? Pet. How but well, Sir? how but well? It were impossible, I should speed amiss.
Bap. Why, how now, daughter Catharine, in your Pet. Call you me daughter? now, I promise you, You've shew'd a tender fatherly regard, To wish me wed to one half lunatick; A madcap ruffian, and a swearing Jack, That thinks with oaths to face the matter out.
Pet. Father, 'tis thus ; your self and all the world,
Gath. l'll see thee hang'd on Sunday first.
first. Tra. Is this your speeding? nay, then, good night,
our part! Pet. Be patient, Sirs, I chuse her for my self;
If she and I be pleas’d, what's that to you?
Bap. I know not what to say, but give your hands ; God send you joy, Petruchio, 'tis a match.
Gre. Tra. Amen, say we; we will be witnesses.
Pet. Father, and wife, and gentlemen, adieu;
[Ex. Petruchio, and Catharine severally. Gre. Was ever match clapt up so suddenly?
Bap. Faith, gentlemen, I play a merchant's part, And venture madly on a desperate 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 :
Tra. And I am one, that love Biancha more
Gre. Youngling! thou canst not love so dear as I.
Gre. But thine doth fry.