In all my lands and leases whatsoever :
Let specialties be therefore drawn between us,
That covenants may be kept on either hand.

BAP. Ay, when the special thing is well obtain❜d, This is, her love; for that is all in all.

PET. Why, that is nothing; for I tell

ther,

I am as peremptory as she proud-minded;
And where two raging fires meet together,

you,

fa

They do consume the thing that feeds their fury:
Though little fire grows great with little wind,
Yet extreme gusts will blow out fire and all:
So I to her, and so she yields to me;

For I am rough, and woo not like a babe.

BAP. Well may'st thou woo, and happy be thy speed!

But be thou arm'd for some unhappy words.

PET. Ay, to the proof; as mountains are for

winds,

That shake not, though they blow perpetually.

Re-enter HORTENSIO, with his head broken.

BAP. How now, my friend? why dost thou look so pale?

HOR. For fear, I promise you, if I look pale. BAP. What, will my daughter prove a good musician?

The reading of the old copy is harsh to our ears, but it might have been the phraseology of the time. MALONE.

Perhaps we should read-on her widowhood. In the old copies on and of are not unfrequently confounded, through the printers' inattention. STEEVENS.

HOR. I think, she'll sooner prove a soldier; Iron may hold with her, but never lutes.

BAP. Why, then thou canst not break her to the lute?

HOR. Why, no; for she hath broke the lute to

me.

I did but tell her, she mistook her frets,3
And bow'd her hand to teach her fingering;
When, with a most impatient devilish spirit,
Frets, call you these? quoth she: I'll fume with

them:

And, with that word, she struck me on the head,
And through the instrument my pate made way;
And there I stood amazed for a while,

As on a pillory, looking through the lute:
While she did call me,-rascal fiddler,
And-twangling Jack; with twenty such vile terms,
As she had studied to misuse me so.

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PET. Now, by the world, it is a lusty wench;

her frets,] A fret is that stop of a musical instrument which causes or regulates the vibration of the string. JOHNSON. And twangling Jack ;] Of this contemptuous appellation I know not the precise meaning. Something like it, however, occurs in Magnificence, an ancient folio interlude by Skelton, printed by Rastell:

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ye wene I were some hafter,

"Or ellys some jangelynge jacke of the vale."

STEEVENS.

To twangle is a provincial expression, and signifies to flourish capriciously on an instrument, as performers often do after having tuned it, previous to their beginning a regular composition.

Twangling Jack is, mean, paltry lutanist. MALONE.

HENLEY.

I do not see with Mr. Malone, that twangling Jack means "paltry lutanist," though it may "paltry musician." DOUCE. she had-] In the old copy these words are accidentally transposed. Corrected by Mr. Rowe. MALONE.

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I love her ten times more than e'er I did:
O, how I long to have some chat with her!

BAP. Well, go with me, and be not so discomfited:

Proceed in practice with my younger daughter; She's apt to learn, and thankful for good turns.Signior Petruchio, will you go with us;

Or shall I send my daughter Kate to you?

PET. I pray you do; I will attend her here,[Exeunt BAPTISTA, GREMIO, TRANIO,

and HORTENSIO.

And woo her with some spirit when she comes.
Say, that she rail; Why, then I'll tell her plain,
She sings as sweetly as a nightingale :

Say, that she frown; I'll say, she looks as clear
As morning roses newly wash'd with dew:"
Say, she 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 though she 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.

Enter KATHARINA.

Good-morrow, Kate; for that's your name, I hear.

• As morning roses newly wash'd with dew:] Milton has honoured this image by adopting it in his Allegro:

"And fresh-blown roses wash'd in dew."

STEEVENS.

"Good-morrow, Kate; &c.] Thus, in the original play:
"Feran. Twenty good-morrows to my lovely Kate.
"Kate. You jeast I am sure; is she yours already?
"Feran. I tel thee Kate, I know thou lov'st me well.

KATH. Well have you heard, but something hard of hearing ;

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They call me-Katharine, that do talk of me.

Kate. The divel you do; who told you so? "Feran. My mind, sweet Kate, doth say I am the man, "Must wed, and bed, and marrie bonnie Kate.

"Kate. Was ever seene so grosse an asse as this? "Feran. I, to stand so long and never get a kisse. "Kate. Hands off, I say, and get you from this place; "Or I will set my ten commandements in your face. "Feran. I prithy do, Kate; they say thou art a shrew, "And I like thee better, for I would have thee so.

"Kate. Let go my hand, for feare it reach your eare. "Feran. No, Kate, this hand is mine, and I thy love. "Kate. Yfaith, sir, no; the woodcoke wants his taile. "Feran. But yet his bil will serve, if the other faile. "Alfon. How now, Ferando? what [says] my daughter? "Feran. Shee's willing, sir, and loves me as her life. "Kate. 'Tis for your skin then, but not to be your wife. Alfon. Come hither, Kate, and let me give thy hand, "To him that I have chosen for thy love;

"And thou to-morrow shalt be wed to him.

"Kate. Why, father, what do you mean to do with me, "To give me thus unto this brainsicke man, "That in his mood cares not to murder me?

[She turnes aside and speaks

"But yet I will consent and marry him,
"(For I methinkes have liv'd too long a maide,)

"And match him too, or else his manhood's good.

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Alfon. Give me thy hand: Ferando loves thee well,

"And will with wealth and ease maintaine thy state.

"Here Ferando, take her for thy wife,

"And Sunday next shall be our wedding-day.

"Feran. Why so, did I not tel thee I should be the man?

"Father, I leave my lovely Kate with you.

"Provide yourselves against our marriage day,

"For I must hie me to my country-house

"In haste, to see provision may be made

"To entertaine my Kate when she doth come," &c. STEEVENS,

• Well have you heard, but something hard of hearing ;] A poor quibble was here intended. It appears from many old English books that heard was pronounced in our author's time, as if it were written hard. MALONE.

PET. You lie, in faith; for you are call'd plain

Kate,

And bonny Kate, and sometimes Kate the curst
But Kate, the prettiest Kate in Christendom,
Kate of Kate-Hall, my super-dainty Kate,
For dainties are all cates: and therefore, Kate,
Take this of me, Kate of my consolation;-
Hearing thy mildness prais'd in every town,
Thy virtues spoke of, and thy beauty sounded,
(Yet not so deeply as to thee belongs,)
Myself am mov❜d to woo thee for my wife.

;

KATH. 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.

KATH. A joint-stool."

PET.

Why, what's a moveable?

Thou hast hit it: come, sit on me. KATH. Asses are made to bear, and so are you. PET. Women are made to bear, and so are you. KATH. No such jade, sir,' as you, if me you

mean.

A joint-stool.] This is a proverbial expression:
"Cry you mercy, I took you for a join'd stool."

See Ray's Collection. It is likewise repeated as a proverb in
Mother Bombie, a comedy, by Lyly, 1594, and by the Fool in
King Lear. Steevens.

No such jade, sir,] The latter word, which is not in the old copy, was supplied by the editor of the second folio. MALOne.

Perhaps we should read-no such jack. However, there is authority for jade in a male sense. So, in Soliman and Perseda, Piston says of Basilisco, "He just like a knight! He'll just like ajade." FARMER.

So, before, p. 68: "I know he'll prove a jade." MALONE.