Tra. Pardon me, Sir, the boldness is mine own, That, being a ftranger in this City here, Do make myself a fuitor to your daughter, Nor is your firm refolve unknown to me, That, upon knowledge of my parentage, And, toward the education of your daughters, And this fmall packet of Greek and Latin books. great. [They greet privately. Bap. Lucentio is your name? of whence I pray? Tra. Of Pifa, Sir, fon to Vincentio. Bap. A mighty man of Pisa; by report [To Hortenfio and Lucentio. You fhall go fee your pupils prefently. Holla, within !. Enter a Servant. Sirrah, lead these gentlemen To my two daughters; and then tell them both, [Exit Serv. with Hortenfio and Lucentio We will go walk a little in the orchard, And then to dinner. Your are paffing welcome, Pet. Signior Baptifta, my bufinefs afketh hafte, What What dowry fhall I have with her to wife? Bap. After my death, the one half of my lands: And, in poffeffion, twenty thoufand crowns. Pet. And, for that dowry, I'll aflure her of Bap. Ay, when the fpecial thing is well obtain'd, That is, her love; for that is all in all. Pet. Why, that is nothing; for I tell you, father, I am as peremptory as the proud-minded. And where two raging fires meet together, They do confume the thing that feeds their fury: Tho' little fire grows great with little wind, Yet extream gufts will blow out fire and all: So I to her, and fo fhe yields to me, For I am rough, and wooe not like a babe. Bap. Well may'ft thou wooe, and happy be thy fpeed! But be thou arm'd for fome unhappy words. Pet. Ay, to the proof, as mountains are for winds, That shake not, tho' they blow perpetually. Enter Hortenfio with his head broke. 3 Bap. How now, my friend, why doft thou look fo pale? Hor. For fear, I promise you, if I look pale. Bup. What, will my daughter prove a good musician? Hor. I think, fhe'll fooner prove a foldier; Iron may hold with her, but never lutes. Bap. Why, then thou canst not break her to the lute? Hor. Why, no; for the hath broke the lute to me. I did but tell her fhe miftook her frets, And bow'd her hand to teach her fingering, As As on a pillory, looking through the lute: And twangling Jack, with twenty fuch vile terms, Pet. Now, by the world, it is a lufty wench; I love her ten times more than e'er I did; Bap. Well, go with me, and be not fo difcomfited, Or fhall I fend my daughter Kate to you? [Exit Bap. with Grem. Horten. and Tranio, Say, that the frowns; I'll fay, the looks as clear," And fay, the uttereth piercing eloquence: If the deny to wed, I'll crave the day When I fhall afk the banns, and when be married ? Enter Catharina. Good-morrow, Kate; for that's your name, I hear. Cath. Well have you heard, but fomething hard of hearing. They call me Catharine, that do talk of me. Pet. You lye, in faith, for you are call'd plain Kate. And bonny Kate, and fometimes Kate the curft: But Kate, the prettiest Kate in christendom, Kate of Kate-ball, my fuper-dainty Kate, (For dainties are all Cates) and therefore Kate; Taks Take this of me, Kate of my confolation! wife. Cath. 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. Pet. Why, what's a moveable? Cath. A join'd-stool. Pet. Thou haft hit it; come, fit on me. Cath. Affes are made to bear, and fo are you. Pet. Women are made to bear, and fo are you. Cath. No fuch 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 lightCath. Too light for fuch a fwain as you to catch; And yet as heavy as my weight fhould be. Pet. Should bee; -fhould buz.. Cath. Well ta'en, and like a buzzard. Pet. Oh, flow-wing'd turtle, fhall a buzzard take thee? Cath. Ay, for a turtle, as he takes a buzzard. Pet. Come, come, you wafp, i'faith, you are too angry. Cath. If I be waspish, 'beft beware my fting. Pet. My remedy is then to pluck it out. Cath. Ah, if the fool could find it, where it lies. Pet. Who knows not, where a wasp doth wear his fting? In his tail.. Cath. In his tongue. Pet. Whofe tongue? Cath. Yours, if you talk of tails; and fo farewel. Pet. What with my tongue in your tail? nay, come again, Good Kate, I am a gentleman. Cath. That I'll try. [She ftrikes him. Pet. I fwear, I'll cuff you, if you strike again. If you ftrike me, you are no gentleman; Pet. Pet. A herald, Kate? oh, put me in thy books. Pet. A comblefs cock, fo Kate will be my hen. Pet. Why, here's no crab, and therefore look not so sower. Pet. Then, fhew it me. Cath. Had I a glass, I would. Pet. What, you mean my face? Cath. Well aim'd of such a young one. Pet. Now by St. George, I am too young for you. Pet. 'Tis with cares. Cath. I care not. Pet. Nay, hear you, Kate; in footh, you 'fcape not fo. Cath. I chafe you if I tarry; let me go. Pet. No, not a whit; I find you paffing gentle : 'Twas told me, you were rough, and coy, and fullen, And now I find Report a very liar; For thou art pleafant, gamefom, paffing courteous, Why doth the world report, that Kate doth limp? Cath. Go, fool, and whom thou keep'it command. As Kate this chamber with her princely gaite? Cath |