Cath. Where did you ftudy all this goodly fpeech?
Pet. It is extempore, from my mother-wit.

Cath. A witty mother, witless else her fon.
Pet. Am I not wife?

Cath. Yes; keep you warm.

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

Thus in plain terms: your father hath confented,
That you shall 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,
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,
1 muft and will have Catharine to my Wife.

Enter Baptifta, Gremio, and Tranio.

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

Pet. How but well, Sir? how but well? It were impoffible, I fhould fpeed amifs.

Bap. Why, how now, daughter Catharine, in your dumps? Cath. Call you me daughter? now, I promise you. You've fhew'd a tender fatherly regard,

To wifh me wed to one half lunatick;

A madcap ruffian, and a íwearing Jack,

That thinks with oaths to face the matter out.

Pet. Father, 'tis thus; yourself and all the World,
That talk'd of her, have talk'd amifs of her;
If fhe be curft, it is for policy;

For fbe's not froward, but modeft as the dove:
She is not hot, but temperate as the morn;
For patience, the will prove a fecond Griffel;
And Roman Lucrece for her chastity.

And, to conclude, we've greed fo well together,

That

Thit upon Sunday is the wedding-day.
Carb. fee thee hang'd on Sunday first.

Gre Hark, Petruchio! the fays, fhe'll fee thee hang'd firft. Tra Is this your fpeeding? nay, then. good night, our part! Pet. Be patient, Sirs, I chufe her for myself; If fhe and I be pleas'd, what's that to you i 'Tis bargain'd 'twixt us twain, being alone, That the fhall fill be curft in company.

I tell you, 'tis incredible to believe

How much he loves me; oh, the kindest Kate !—
She hung about my neck, and kifs on kifs
She vy'd fo falt, protefting oath 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)
A meacock 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 Catharine shall be fine.

Bap. I know not what to fay, but give your
God fend you joy, Petruchio! 'tis a match.

hands

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 o' Sunday.

[Exe. Petruchio, and Catharine feverally.
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 perish 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 first.

Tra

Tra. And I am one, that love Bianco more

Than words can witness, or your thoughts can guess,
Gre. Youngling! thou canst not love so dear as I.
Tra. Grey-beard! thy love doth freeze.

Gre. But thine doth fry.

Skipper, ftand back, 'tis age that nourisheth.
Tra. But youth, in ladies' eyes that flourisheth.
Bap. Content you, gentlemen, I will compound this ftrife;
"Tis deeds must win the prize; and he, of both,
That can affure my daughter greatest dower,
Shall have Bianca's love.-

Say, Signior Gremio, what can you affure her?
Gre. First, as you know, my house within the city
Is richly furnished with plate and gold,
Bafons and ewers to lave her dainty hands;
My hangings all of Tyrian tapestry;

In ivory coffers I have ftuft my crowns;
In cyprefs chefts my arras, counterpanes,
Coftly apparel, tents and canopies,

Fine linen, Turkey cufhions bofs'd with pearl;
Valance of Venice gold in needle-work ;
Pewter and brafs, and all things that belong
To houfe, or house-keeping: then, at my farm,
I have a hundred milch-kine to the pail,
Sixfcore fat oxen ftanding in my stalls;
And all things anfwerable to this portion.
Myfelf am ftruck in years, I must confess,
And, if I die to-morrow, this is hers;
If, whilst I live, fhe will be only mine.

Tra. That only came well in~~ Sir, lift to me į I am my father's heir, and only fon ;

If I may bave your daughter to my wife,

I'll leave her houfes three or four as good,
Within rich Pifa walls, as any one

Old Signior Gremio has in Padua ;

Befides two thousand ducats by the year
Of fruitful land; all which shall be her jointure.
What, have I pinch'd you, Signior Gremio?

Gre.

Gre. Two thoufand ducats by the year of land! (12)
My land amounts but to fo much in all:
That the fhall have, befides an Argofie
That now is lying in Marseilles's road.
What, have I choakt you with an Argofie?

Tra. Gremio, 'tis known, my father hath no lefs
Than three great Argofies, befides two galliaffes
And twelve tight gallies; thefe I will affure her,
And twice as much, what e'er thou offer'st next.
Gre. Nay, I have offer'd all; I have no more ;
And she can have no more than all I have;

If

you like me, fhe fhall have me and mine. Tra. Why, then the maid is mine from all the world, By your firm promise; Gremio is out-vied.

Bap. I must confefs, your offer is the best;
And let your father make her the affurance,
She is your own, else you must pardon me :
If you should die before him, where's her dower?
Tra. That's but a cavil; he is old, I young.
Gre. And may not young men die, as well as old
Bap. Well, gentlemen, then I am thus refolv'd:
On Sunday next, you know,

My daughter Catharine is to be married:

(12) Gre. Two thousand Ducats by the year of Land!
My Land amounts not to fo much in all :
1

That she shall have, and

Tho' all the Copies concur in this Reading, furely, if we examine the Reasoning, fomething will be found wrong. Gremio is startled at the high Settlement Tranio proposes; fays, his whole Estate in Land can't match it, yet he'll fettle fo much a Year upon her, &c. This is Mock-reafoning, or I don't know what to call it. The Change of the negative in the 2d Line, which Mr. Warburton prefcribed, falves the Abfurdity, and fets the Paffage right. Gremio and Tranio are vying in their Offers to carry Bianca: The latter boldly proposes to fettle Land to the amount of 2000 Ducats per Annum. Ay, fays the other; my whole Estate in Land amounts but to that Value: yet the fhall have that; I'll endow her with the whole; and confign a rich Veffel to her Ufe, over and above. Thus all is intelligible, and he goes on to outbid his Rival.

VOL. II.

R

Now

Now on the Sunday following fhall Bianca
Be bride to you, if you make this affurance;
If not, to Signior Gremio:

And fo I take my leave, and thank you both.

[Exit.

[Exit. Gre. Adieu, good neighbour.-Now I fear thee not; Sirrah, young gamefter, your father were a fool To give thee all; and in his waining age Set foot under thy table: tut! a toy! An old Italian fox is not so kind, my boy. Tra. A vengeance on your crafty wither'd hide! Yet I have fac'd it with a card of ten : 'Tis in my head to do my mafter good: I fee no reason, but fuppos'd Lucentio May get a father, call'd, fuppos'd Vincentio ; And that's a wonder: fathers commonly Do get their children; but, in this cafe of wooing, A child fhall get a fire, if I fail not of my cunning.

[Exit.

[The Presenters, above, speak here.

Sly. Sim, when will the fool come again?

Sim. Anon, my Lord.

Sly. Give's fome more drink here-where's the tapfter ?

here, Sim, eat fome of these things.

Sim. So I do, my Lord.

Sly. Here, Sim, I drink to thee.

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