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Tra. Pardon me, Sir, the boldness is mine own,
[They greet privateb. Bap. Lucentio is your name? of whence I Tra. Of Pisa, Sir, fon to Vincentio. Bap. A mighty man of Pisa; by report I know him well; you are very welcome, Sir. Take you the lute, and you the set of books,
[To Hortenfio and Lucentio, You shall go see your pupils presently. Holla, within !
Enter a Servant.
Sirrah, lead these gentlemen
[Exit Serv, with Hortensio and Lucentior,
Pet. Signior Baptifla, my business asketh hafte,
What dowry shall I have with her to wife?
Bap. After my death, the one half of my lands :
Pet. And, for that dowry, l'll allure her of
Bap. Ay, when the special thing is well obtain'd,
Pet. Why, that is nothing; for I tell you, father,
Bap. Well may'st thou wove, and liappy be thy speed !
Pet. Ay, to the proof, as mountains are for winds, That shake not, tho they blow perpetually.
Enter Hortensio with his head broke.
Bap. How now, my friend, why dost thou look so pale?
Hor. I think, she'll sooner prove a soldier ;
Bap. Why, then thou canst not break her to the lute?
Hor. Why, no; for she hath broke the lute to me.
As on a pillory, looking through the lute :
Pet. Now, by the world, it is a lusty wench;
Bap. Well, go with me, and be not fo discomfited,
[Exit Bap. with Grem. Horten. and Tranio And wooe her with some spirit when she comes. Say, that the rail; why, then I'll tell her plain, She fings as sweetly as a nightingale: Say, that she frowns ; I'll say, she looks as clear,' As morning roses newly wah'd with dew; Say, me be mute, and will not speak a word; Then I'll commend her volubility ; And say, she uttereth piercing eloquence : If she do bid me pack, I'll give her thanks, As tho' fhe bid me stay by her a week; If she deny to wed, I'll crave the day 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.
Pet. You lye, in faith, for you are callid plain Kate. And bonny Kate, and sometimes Kate the curft : But Kate, the prettiest Kate in chriftendom, Kate of Kate-ball, my super-dainty Kate, (For dainties are all Cates) and therefore Kare;
Take this of me, Kate of
confolation ! Hearing thy mildness prais'd in every Town, Thy virtues spoke of, and thy beauty founded, Yet not so deeply as to thee blongs : Myself am mov'd to wooe thee for my wife. Cath. Mov’d? in good time; let him that mov'd you
Pet. Why, what's a moveable ?
Pet. Alas, good Kate, I will not burden thee;
Cath. Too light for such a swain as you to catch ;
Pet. Should bee; should buz.
Pet. Who knows not, where a wasp doth wear his sting?
Pet.What with my tongue in your tail? nay, come again, Good Kate, I am a gentleman. Cath. That I'll try.
[She frikes him. Pet. I swear, I'll cuff you,
strike again. Cath. So may you
your arms. If 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.
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, gamesom, pafling courteous, But flow in speech, yet sweet as spring-time flowers. Thou canst not frown, thou canst not look afcance, 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 sland'rous world! Kate, like the hazle-twig, Is ftrait and sender; and as brown in hue As hazle-nuts, and sweeter than the kernels. O, let me see thee walk : thou doft not halt.
Cath. Go, fool, and whom thou keep'it command,
Pet. Did ever Dian fo become a grove,