Good-morrow, Kate, for that's your name I hear, Pet. You lie in faith, for you are call'd plain Kate. (Yet not so deeply as to thee belongs,) Myself am mov'd to wooe thee for my wife. Cath. Mov'd in good time; let him that mov'd you hi ther, Remove you hence! I know you at the first, You were a moveable. Pet. A moveable? why, what's that? Cath. A joint-stool. Pet. Thou hast hit it; come, sit on me. Cath. Asses are made to bear, and so are you, Pet. Women are made to bear, and so are you. Cath. Too light for such a swain as you to catch; [Going. Pet. Come, come you wasp; i'faith you are too angry. Cath. IfI be waspish, 'best beware my sting. Pet. My remedy, then is to pluck it out. Cath. Ay, if the fool cou'd find it where it lies. Pet. The fool knows where the honey is, sweet Kate.'. Cath. 'Tis not for drones to taste. Pet. That will I try. [Offers to kiss ber. I swear I'llcuff you, if you strike again.- she strikes him. Nay, come; Kate, come; you must not look so sour. Pet. Nay, hear you, Kate, in sooth you 'scape not so. Pet. No, not a whit, I find you passing gentle; For thou art pleasant, gamesome, passing courteous, But But slow in speech, yet sweet as spring-time flowers; Cath. This is beyond all patience; don't provoke me. Cath, Go, fool, and whom thou keep'st command. As Kate this chamber, with her princely gaite? Cath. Yes, in your own conceit; Keep yourself warm with that, or else you'll freeze, Thus in plain terms; your father hath consented Cath. Whether I will or no !-O fortune's spite! Cath. That will admit dispute, my saucy groom, Enter BAPTISTA. Bap. Now, Signior, now; how speed you with my daughter? Pet. How shou'd I speed but well, Sir? how but well? It were impossible I should speed amiss. Bapt. Bapt. Why how now, daughter Cathrine,in your damps? Cath. Call me daughter? Now I promise you, You've shew'd a tender fatherly regard, To wish me wed to one half lunatic; A mad cap ruffian and a swearing jack, That thinks with oaths to face the matter out, Bapt. Better this jack than starve, and that's your portion Pet. Father, 'tis thus; yourself and all the world That talk'd of her, have talk'd amiss of her; If she be curst, it is for policy; For she's not froward but modest as the dove; And, to conclude, we've 'greed so well together, Cath. I'll see thee hang'd to-morrow, first-to-morrow!! Bapt. Petruchio, hark; she says she'll see thee hang'd first! Is this your speeding? Pet. Oh! be patient, Sir; If she and I be pleas'd, what's that to you; 'Tis bargain'd 'twixt us twain, being alone, That she shall still be curs'd in company. Cath. A plague upon his impudence! I'm vex'd- Pet. I will tell you, 'tis incredible to believe Father, provide, the feast, and bid the guests. [Aside. Bapt. What dost thou say, my Catbarine? Give thy hand. Cath Never no man shall Cathrine give her hand' Here 'tis and let him take it, an' he dare. Pet. Were it the sore-foot of an angry bear. I'd shake it off; but as it is Kate's I kiss it. Cath You'll kiss it closer, e'er our moon be wain'd. Pat. Pet. Father, and wife, adieu. Unto my country-house, and stir my grooms, We will have rings, and things, and fine array; [Exit Petruchio. Cath. My duty, S.r, hath followed your cominaud. [Exit Baptista. Cath: Why, yes: sister Bianca now shall see As double as my portion be my scorn, ACT II. [Exit Catharine, Enter BAPTISTA, HORTENSIO, CATHARINE, Bianca, and Attendants. BAPTISTA. QIGNIOR Hortensio, this is th' appointed day, That Cath'rine and Petruchio shall be married; And yet we hear not of our son-in-law. What will be said? what mockery will it be, What says Hortensio to this shame of ours? Cath. No shame but mine; I must, forsooth'd, be forc'd To give my hand oppos'd against iny heart, Unto a mad brain rudesby, full of spleen, Who woo'd in haste, and means to wed at leisure. I told you, I, he was a frantic fool, Hiding his better jests in blunt behaviour: He'll woo a thousand, 'point the day or marriage, Bian. Such liasty matches seldom end in good. Cath. Wou'd I had never seen his honesty. [Exit. Catharine, Bapt. Follow your sister, girl, and comfort her. [Exit Bianca. I cannot blame thee now to weep and rage, Hort. 'Twas a commodity lay fretting by you; Bion. Master, master, news; and such news as you never heard of. Bapt. Is Petruchio come ? Bion. Why no, Sir. Bapt. What then! Bion. He is coming; but how? why in a new hat, and. an old Jerkin; a pair of old breeches, thrice turn'd; a ́pair of boots that have been candle cases, one buckled, another lac'd; an old rusty sword, ta'en out of the town armory, with a broken hilt, and chapeless, with two broken points; his horse hip'd with an old mothy saddle; the stirrups of no kindred; besides posses'd with the glanders, and |