When I shall ask the banns, and when be married:But here fhe comes; and now, Petruchio, fpeak.

Enter Katharine.

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

y

Kath. Well have you heard, but fomething hard of

hearing;

They call me-Katharine, 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-hall, my fuper-dainty Kate, For dainties are all cates: and therefore, Kate, Take this of me, Kate of my confolation ;Hearing thy mildness prais'd in every town, Thy virtues spoke of, and thy beauty founded, (Yet not fo 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. Why, what's a moveable?

Kath. A joint-ftool.

Pet. Thou haft hit it: come, fit on me.

Kath. Affes are made to bear, and fo are you.
Pet. Women are made to bear, and fo are you.
Kath. No fuch jade, fir, as you, if me you mean.
Pet. Alas, good Kate! I will not burden thee:
For, knowing thee to be but young and light,-

Kath. Too light for fuch a fwain as you to catch;
And yet as heavy as my weight fhould be.

y hard-coarse.

z A joint-stool.]—“ I took you for a joint-stool." PROV.

Pet.

Pet. Sould be? fhould buz.

Kath. Well ta'en, and like a buzzard.

Pet. Oh, flow-wing'd turtle: fhall a buzzard take thee? Kath. Ay, for a turtle, as he takes a buzzard.

Pet. Come, come, you wafp; i'faith, you are too angry. Kath. If I be wafpifh, beft beware my fting.

Pet. My remedy is then, to pluck it out.

Kath. Ay, if the fool could find it where it lies.
Pet. Who knows not where a wasp doth wear his fting?

In his tail.

Kath. In his tongue.

Pet. Whofe tongue?

Kath. 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.

Kath, That I'll try.

[She ftrikes bim.

Pet. I fwear, I'll cuff you, if you strike again.

Kath. So may you lofe your arms:

If you

ftrike me, you are no gentleman;

And if no gentleman, why, then no arms.

Pet. A herald, Kate? oh, put me in thy books.
Kath. What is your creft? a coxcomb?
Pet. A comblefs cock, fo Kate will be my hen.
Kath. No cock of mine, you crow too like a craven.
Pet. Nay, come, Kate come; you must not look fo four.
Kath. It is my fashion, when I fee a crab.

b

Pet. Why, here's no crab; and therefore look not four. Kath. There is, there is.

Pet. Then fhew it me.

Kath. Had I a glass, I would.

Ay, for a turtle; as he takes a buzzard.]-He may as well take me for a turtle, as take my buzzard to himself.—and he takes a buzzard he fhall find me a hawk, though he may fuppofe me a turtle.

b

a craven.]-a daftardly vanquifh'd cock.

Pet. What, you mean my face?

Kath. Well aim'd of such a young one.

Pet. Now, by faint George, I am too young for you. Kath. Yet you are wither❜d.

Pet. 'Tis with cares.

Kath. I care not.

Pet. Nay, hear you, Kate: in footh, you 'fcape not fo. Kath. 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 pleasant, gamefome, paffing courteous,
But flow in speech, yet fweet as fpring-time flowers:
Thou canst not frown, thou canst not look askance,
Nor bite the lip, as angry wenches will;
Nor haft thou pleasure to be cross in talk;
But thou with mildness entertain'ft thy wooers,
With gentle conference, foft, and affable.
Why doth the world report, that Kate doth limp?
Oh flanderous world! Kate, like the hazle-twig,
Is ftrait, and flender; and as brown in hue
As hazle nuts, and sweeter than the kernels.

O, let me fee thee walk: thou doft not halt.

Kath. Go, fool; and whom thou keep'ft, command. Pet. Did ever Dian fo become a grove,

As Kate this chamber with her princely gait?

O, be thou Dian, and let her be Kate;

And then let Kate be chaste, and Dian sportful!

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

C

Kath. A witty mother! witless elfe her fon.

Pet. Am I not wife?

e awitness elfe.

Kath.

Kath. Yes, to keep you warm.

Pet. Marry, so I mean, fweet Katharine, in thy bed: And therefore, fetting all this chat afide,

Thus in plain terms :-Your father hath confented
That you fhall be my wife; your dowry '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,
I must and will have Katharine to my wife.

Re-enter Baptifta, Gremio, and Tranio.

Bap. Now, fignior Petruchio; how speed you

daughter?

Pet. How but well, fir? how but well?

It were impoffible, I should speed amiss.

with my

Bap. Why, how now, daughter Katharine? in your dumps?

Kath. Call you me, daughter? now, I promise you, You have fhew'd a tender fatherly regard,

To wifh me wed to one half lunatick

A mad-cap ruffian, and a fwearing 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 she be curst, it is for policy:

n.]—You have just as much sense as an ideot,

Yes, to keep you warm.

who, we fee, blankets his loins."

e will you, nill you,]-whether you will, or no.

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

And to conclude,-we have 'greed fo well together,
That upon funday is the wedding-day.

Kath. I'll fee thee hang'd on sunday first.

Gre. Hark, Petruchio! fhe fays, fhe'll fee thee hang'd firft.

Tra. Is this your speeding? nay, then, good night our part!

Pet. Be patient, gentlemen; I chufe her for myself ; If she and I be pleas'd, what's that to you? 'Tis bargain'd 'twixt us twain, being alone, That she shall ftill be curft in company.

I tell you, 'tis incredible to believe

How much fhe loves me: Oh, the kindest Kate !-
She hung about my neck; and kifs on kiss
She 'vy'd fo faft, 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,
Ah meacock wretch can make the curfteft fhrew.-
Give me thy hand, Kate: I will unto Venice,
To buy apparel 'gainst the wedding-day :-
Provide the feaft, father, and bid the guests;
I will be fure, my Katharine fhall be fine.

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

Gre. Tra. Amen, fay we; we will be witneffes. Pet. Father, and wife, and gentlemen, adieu; I will to Venice, funday comes apace :

fy'd]-ftak'd down, bragg'd, fet against mine. 'tis a world-'tis amazing.

meacock]-timid. We