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If you accept them, then their worth is great.
Bap. A mighty man of Pisa; by report
I know him well: you are very welcome, sir.
Take you [To Hor.] the lute, and you [To Luc.] the set of books,
You shall go see your pupils presently.
Enter a Servant.
These gentlemen to my daughters; and tell them both,
These are their tutors; bid them use them well. [Exit Servant, with Hortensio, Lucentio, and Biondello.
We will go walk a little in the orchard,
Pet. Signior Baptista, my business asketh haste,
Bap. After my death, the one half of my lands; And, in possession, twenty thousand crowns.
Pet. And, for that dowry, I'll assure her of Her widowhood,-be it that she survive me,— In all my lands and leases whatsoever:
Let specialties be therefore drawn between us,
Bap. Ay, when the special thing is well obtain'd, This is, her love; for that is all in all.
Pet. Why, that is nothing; for I tell you, father, I am as peremptory as she proud-minded; And where two raging fires meet together, They do consume the thing that feeds their fury: Though little fire grows great with little wind, Yet extreme gusts will blow out fire and all: So I to her, and so she yields to me;
For I am rough, and woo not like a babe.
Bap. Well may'st thou woo, and happy be thy speed!
But be thou arm'd for some unhappy words.
Pet. Ay, to the proof; as mountains are for winds, That shake not, though they blow perpetually.
Re-enter Hortensio, with his head broken. Bap. How now, my friend? why dost thou look so pale?
Hor. For fear, I promise you, if I look pale. Bap. What, will my daughter prove a good musician?
Hor. I think, she'll sooner prove a soldier; Iron may hold with her, but never lutes.
Bap. Why, then thou canst not break her to the lute?
Hor. Why, no; for she hath broke the lute to me. I did but tell her, she mistook her frets, And bow'd her hand to teach her fingering; When, with a most impatient devilish spirit,
Frets, call you these? quoth she: I'll fume with them:
And-twangling Jack; with twenty such vile terms, As she had studied to misuse me so.
Pet. Now, by the world, it is a lusty wench;
I love her ten times more than e'er I did:
O, how I long to have some chat with her! Bap. Well, go with me, and be not so discomfited:
Proceed in practice with my younger daughter;
[Exeunt Baptista, Gremio, Tranio, and Hortensio.
Say, that she frown; I'll say, she looks as clear
Say, she be mute, and will not speak a word;
When I shall ask the banns, and when be married:--But here she comes; and now, Petruchio, speak.
Good morrow, Kate; for that's your name, I hear. Kath. Well have you heard, but something hard of hearing;
They call me-Katharine, that do talk of me.
And bonny Kate, and sometimes Kate the curst;
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.
Why, what's a moveable?
Kath. A joint-stool.
Pet. Thou hast hit it: come, sit on me. Kath. Asses are made to bear, and so are you. Pet. Women are made to bear, and so are you. Kath. No such jade, sir, as you, if me you mean. Pet. Alas, good Kate! I will not burden thee: For, knowing thee to be but young and light,
Kath. Too light for such a swain as you to catch; And yet as heavy as my weight should be.
Pet. Should be? should buz.
Well ta'en, and like a buzzard.
Pet. O, slow-wing'd turtle! shall a buzzard take
Kath. Ay, for a turtle; as he takes a buzzard. Pet. Come, come, you wasp; i'faith, you are too angry.
Kath. If I be waspish, best beware my sting.
In his tail.
Kath. Yours, if you talk of tails; and so farewel. Pet. What, with my tongue in tail? nay, come again,
Good Kate; I am a gentleman.
In his tongue.
That I'll try.
[Striking him. Pet. I swear I'll cuff you, if you strike again. Kath. So may you lose your arms:
If you strike me, you are no gentleman;
Pet. A herald, Kate? O, put me in thy books.
Pet. Nay, come, Kate, come; you must not look
Kath. It is my fashion, when I see a crab.