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KATH. I pray you, sir, [To BAP.] is it your will To make a stale of me amongst these mates? HOR. Mates, maid! how mean you that? no mates for you,
Unless you were of gentler, milder mould.
KATH. I'faith, sir, you shall never need to fear; I wis, it is not half way to her heart: But, if it were, doubt not her care should be. To comb your noddle with a three-legg'd stool, And paint your face, and use you like a fool.
HOR. From all such devils, good Lord, deliver us!
GRE. And me too, good Lord!
TRA. Hush, master! here is some good pastime toward;
That wench is stark mad, or wonderful froward.
TRA. Well said, master; mum! and gaze your fill.
BAP. Gentlemen, that I may soon make good What I have said,-Bianca, get you in: And let it not displease thee, good Bianca; For I will love thee ne'er the less, my girl.
KATH. A pretty peat! 'tis best
Put finger in the eye,-an she knew why.
A pretty peat!] Peat or pet is a word of endearment from petit, little, as if it meant pretty little thing. JOHNSON.
This word is used in the old play of King Leir, (not Shakspeare's :)
"Gon. I marvel, Ragan, how you can endure
"To see that proud, pert peat, our youngest sister," &c.
BIAN. Sister, content you in my Sir, to vour pleasure humbly I subscribe: My books, and instruments, shall be my company; On them to look, and practise by myself.
Luc. Hark, Tranio! thou may'st hear Minerva speak. [Aside. HOR. Signior Baptista, will you be so strange?? Sorry am I, that our good will effects
GRE. Why, will you mew her up, Signior Baptista, for this fiend of hell, And make her bear the penance of her tongue?
BAP. Gentlemen, content ye; I am resolv'd:Go in, Bianca. [Exit BIANCA.
And for I know, she taketh most delight
To mine own children in good bringing-up;
Again, in Coridon's Song, by Thomas Lodge; published in England's Helicon, 1600:
"And God send every pretty peate,
and is, I believe, of Scotch extraction. I find it in one of the proverbs of that country, where it signifies darling :
"He has fault of a wife, that marries mam's pet." i. e. He is in great want of a wife who marries one that is her mother's darling. STEEVENS.
so strange?] That is, so odd, so different from others in your conduct. JOHNSON.
1 cunning men,] Cunning had not yet lost its original signification of knowing, learned, as may be observed in the translation of the Bible. JOHNSON.
And so farewell. Katharina, you may stay;
What, shall I be appointed hours; as though, belike,
I knew not what to take, and what to leave? Ha! [Exit. GRE. You may go to the devil's dam; your gifts2 are so good, here is none will hold you. Their love is not so great, Hortensio, but we may blow our nails together, and fast it fairly out; our cake's dough on both sides. Farewell:-Yet, for the love I bear my sweet Bianca, if I can by any means light on a fit man, to teach her that wherein she delights, I will wish him to her father.1
HOR. So will I, signior Gremio: But a word, I pray. Though the nature of our quarrel yet never
So, before in this comedy:
a woman's gift,
“To rain a shower of commanded tears.”
Their love is not so great, Hortensio, but we may blow our nails together, and fast it fairly out;] I cannot conceive whose love Gremio can mean by the words their love, as they had been talking of no love but that which they themselves felt for Bianca. We must therefore read, our love, instead of their.
Perhaps we should read-Your love. In the old manner of writing yr stood for either their or your. The editor of the third folio and some modern editors, with, I think, less probability, read our. If their love be right, it must mean- -the good will of Baptista and Bianca towards us.
I will wish him to her father.] i. e. I will recommend him. So, in Much Ado about Nothing: "To wish him wrestle with affection."
brook'd parle, know now, upon advice," it toucheth us both, that we may yet again have access to our fair mistress, and be happy rivals in Bianca's love,— to labour and effect one thing 'specially.
GRE. What's that, I pray?
HOR. Marry, sir, to get a husband for her sister. GRE. A husband! a devil.
HOR. I say, a husband.
GRE. I say, a devil: Think'st thou, Hortensio, though her father be very rich, any man is so very a fool to be married to hell?
HOR. Tush, Gremio, though it pass your patience, and mine, to endure her loud alarums, why, man, there be good fellows in the world, an a man could light on them, would take her with all faults, and money enough.
GRE. I cannot tell; but I had as lief take her dowry with this condition,-to be whipped at the high-cross every morning.
HOR. 'Faith, as you say, there's small choice in rotten apples. But, come; since this bar in law makes us friends, it shall be so far forth friendly maintained,-till by helping Baptista's eldest daughter to a husband, we set his youngest free for a husband, and then have to't afresh.-Sweet Bianca!Happy man be his dole! He that runs fastest, gets the ring. How say you, signior Gremio?
upon advice,] i. e. on consideration, or reflection. So, in The Two Gentlemen of Verona :
"How shall I dote on her, with more advice,
6 Happy man be his dole !] A proverbial expression. It is used in Damon and Pithias, 1571, Dole is any thing dealt out or
GRE. I am agreed: and 'would I had given him the best horse in Padua to begin his wooing, that would thoroughly woo her, wed her, and bed her, and rid the house of her. Come on.
[Exeunt GREMIO and HORTENSIO.
TRA. [Advancing.] I pray, sir, tell me,-Is it possible
That love should of a sudden take such hold?
Luc. O Tranio, till I found it to be true,
TRA. Master, it is no time to chide you now; Affection is not rated from the heart:
distributed, though its original meaning was the provision given away at the doors of great men's houses. STEEVENS.
In Cupid's Revenge, by Beaumont and Fletcher, we meet with a similar expression, which may serve to explain that before us: "Then happy man be his fortune!" i. e. May his fortune be that of a happy man! MALONE.
He that runs fastest, gets the ring.] An allusion to the sport of running at the ring. DOUCE.
is not rated] Is not driven out by chiding.
So, in Antony and Cleopatra:
'tis to be chid,
"As we rate boys." STEEVENS.