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And every day I cannot come to woo.
Pet. And, for that dowry, I'll assure her of
Bap. Ay, when the special thing is well obtain'd,
ther, I am as peremptory as she proud-minded; And where two raging fires meet together, 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 ?
Bap. What, will my daughter prove a good mu,
sician? 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, 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.
Pet. Now, by the world, it is a lusty wench; 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 discom,
fited: Proceed in practice with my younger daughter; She's apt to learn, and thankful for good turns.co 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,
her frets,] A freț is that stop of a musical instrument which causes or regulates the vibration of the string. Johnson.
5 And—twangling Jack;] To twangle is a provincial expres. sion, and signifies to flourish capriciously on an instrument, as per: formers often do after having tuped it, previous to their beginning a regular composition,
And woo her with some spirit when she comes.
ried : But here she comes ; and now, Petruchio, speak.
Enter KATHARINA. Good-morrow, Kate ; for that's your name I hear. Kath. Well have you heard, but something hard
of hearing; They call me-Katharine, that do talk of me. Pet. You lie, in faith ; for you are call’d plain
Kate, And bonny Kate, and sometimes Kate the cursț ; 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
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 moy'd
Why, what's a moveable ?
Kath. A joint-stool.
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
Pet. Alas, good Kate! I will not burden thee : For, knowing thee to be but young and lightKath. Too light for such a swain as you to
Pet. Should be ? should buz.
Well ta'en, and like a buzzard. Pet. O, slow-wing'd turtle! shall a buzzard take
thee? Kath. Ay, for a turtle; as he takes a buzzard. Pet. Come, come, you wasp; i'faith, you are too
angry. Kath. If I be waspish, best beware my sting. 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
sting ; In his tail. Kath.
In his tongue. Pet.
Whose tongue ? Kath. Yours, if you talk of tails; and so fare
well. Pet. What, with my tongue in your
come again, Good Kate ; I am a gentleman. Kath.
That I'll try.
[Striking him. Pet. I swear I'll cuff
if you strike again.
tail ? nay,
5 A joint-stool.] This is a proverbial expression ;
See Ray's Collection.
Kath. So may you lose your arms :
Pet. A herald, Kate? 0, put me in thy books.
my hen. Kath. No cock of mine, you crow too likea craven? Pet. Nay, come, Kate, come; you must not look
Kath. It is my fashion, when I see a crab.
Had I a glass, I would.
Well aim'd of such a young one. Pet. Now, by Saint George, I am too young for you. Kath. Yet you are wither'd. Pet.
"Tis not with cares. Kath.
I care not. Pet. Nay, hear you, Kate: in sooth, you 'scape
not so. Kath. I chafe you, if I tarry; let me go.
Pet. No, not a whit; I find you passing gentle.. 'Twas told me, you were rough, and coy,
and sullen, And now I find report a very liar ; For thou art pleasant, gamesome, passing courteous; But slow in speech, yet sweet as spring-time flowers : Thou canst not frown, thou canst not look askance, Nor bite the lip, as angry wenches will; Nor hast thou pleasure to be cross in talk ;
1- a craven.] A craven is a degenerate, dispirited cock, Craven was a term also applied to those who in appeals of battle became recreant, and by pronouncing this word, called for quarter from their opponents; the consequence of which was they were for ever after deemed infamous,