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Thou hast hit it: come, sit on me. So I to her, and so she yields to me,

Kath. Asses are made to bear, and so are you. For I am rough, and woo not like a babe.

Pet. Women are made to bear, and so are you. Bap. Well may'st thou woo, and happy be thy speed ! Kath. No such jade to bear you, if me you mean. But be thou arm'd for some unhappy words.

Pet. Alas, good Kate! I will not burden thee; Pet. Ay, to the proof; as mountains are for winds, For, knowing thee to be but young and light,That shake not, though they blow perpetually.

Kath. Too light for such a swain as you to catch, Re-enter Hortensio, with his head broken. And yet as heavy as my weight should be. Bap. How now, my friend! why dost thou look so pale? Pet. Should be? should buz. Hor. For fear, I promise you, if I look pale.


Well ta'en, and like a buzzard. Bap. What, will my daughter prove a good musician? Pet. O, slow-wing'd turtle ! shall a buzzard take Hor. I think, she'll sooner prove a soldier:

thee? Iron may hold with her, but never lutes.

Kath. Ay, for a turtle, as he takes a buzzard. Bap. Why, then thou canst not break her to the lute? Pet. Come, come, you wasp ; i'faith, you are too Hor. Why no, for she hath broke the lute to me.

angry. I did but tell her she mistook her frets,

Kath. If I be waspish, best beware my sting. And bow'd her hand to teach her fingering,

Pet. My remedy is, then, to pluck it out. When, with a most impatient, devilish spirit,

Kath. Ay, if the fool could find out where it lies. "Frets,call you these?" quoth she: “I'll fume with them:" Pet. Who knows not where a wasp does wear his And with that word she struck me on the head,

sting? And through the instrument my pate made way; In his tail. And there I stood amazed for awhile,

Kath. In his tongue. As on a pillory looking through the lute,


Whose tongue ? While she did call me rascal fiddler,

Kath. Yours, if you talk of tails; and so farewell. And twangling Jack, with twenty such vile terms, Pet. What! with my tongue in your tail ? nay, come As she had studied to misuse me so.

again : Pet. Now, by the world, it is a lusty wench! Good Kate, I am a gentleman. I love her ten times more than e'er I did :


That I'll try. [Striking him. 0, how I long to have some chat with her!

Pet. I swear I'll cuff you, if you strike again.
Bap. Well, go with me, and be not so discomfited : Kath. So may you lose your arms :
Proceed in practice with my younger daughter; If

you strike me you are no gentleman,
She's apt to learn, and thankful for good turns.- And if no gentleman, why, then no arms.
Petruchio, will you go with us,

Pet. A herald, Kate ? O! put me in thy books. Or shall I send my daughter Kate to you?

Kath. What is your crest ? a coxcomb? Pet. I pray you do; I will attend her here,

Pet. A combless cock, so Kate will be my hen. [Exeunt Baptista, Gremio, Tranio, and Hortensio. Kath. No cock of mine; you crow too like a craven. And woo her with some spirit when she comes.

Pet. Nay, come, Kate, come; you must not look so Say, that she rail ; why, then I'll tell her plain, She sings as sweetly as a nightingale :

Kath. It is my fashion when I see a crab. Say, that she frown; I'll say, she looks as clear

Pet. Why, here's no crab, and therefore look not sour. As morning roses newly wash'd with dew:

Kath. There is, there is. Say, she be mute, and will not speak a word;

Pet. Then show it me. Then I'll commend her volubility,


Had I a glass, I would. And say, she uttereth piercing eloquence:

Pet. What, you mean my face? If she do bid me pack, I'll give her thanks,


Well aim'd of such a young one. As though she bid me stay by her a week:

Pet. Now, by Saint George, I am too young for you. If she deny to wed, I'll crave the day

Kath. Yet you are wither'd. When I shall ask the banns, and when be married.- Pet.

'Tis with cares. But here she comes; and now, Petruchio, speak.


I care not. Enter KATHARINA.

Pet. Nay, hear you, Kate : in sooth, you 'scape not Good-morrow, Kate, for that's your name, I hear.

[Holding her. Kath. Well have you heard, but something hard of Kath. I chafe you, if I tarry : let me go. hearing:

Pet. No, not a whit: I find you passing gentle. They call me Katharine that do talk of me.

'Twas told me, you were rough, and coy, and sullen, Pet

. You lie, in faith ; for you are call'd plain Kate, And now I find report a very liar; And bonny Kate, and sometimes Kate the curst; For thou art pleasant, gamesome, passing courteous, But Kate, the prettiest Kate in Christendom; But slow in speech, yet sweet as spring-time flowers. Kate of Kate-Hall, my super-dainty Kate,

Thou canst not frown, thou canst not look askance, For dainties are all cates : and therefore, Kate, Nor bite the lip, as angry wenches will; Take this of me, Kate of my consolation :

Nor hast thou pleasure to be cross in talk; Hearing thy mildness prais'd in every town,

But thou with mildness entertain'st thy wooers, Thy virtues spoke of, and thy beauty sounded, With gentle conference, soft and affable. Yet not so deeply as to thee belongs,

Why does the world report that Kate doth limp? Myself am mov'd to woo thee for my wife.

0, slanderous world! Kate, like the hazel-twig, Kath. Mov’d! in good time: let him that mov'd Is straight, and slender; and as brown in hue you hither,

As hazel nuts, and sweeter than the kernels. Remove you hence. I knew you at the first,

0! let me see thee walk : thou dost not halt. You were a moveable.

Kath. Go, fool, and whom thou keep'st command. Pet.

Why, what's a moveable ? Pet. Did ever Dian so become a grove, Kath. A joint-stool.

As Kate this chamber with her princely gait?


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

And, kiss me Kate, we will be married o' Sunday. And then let Kate be chaste, and Dian sportful.

[Exeunt Petruchio and KATHARINE, severally. Kath. Where did you study all this goodly speech? Gre. Was ever match clapp'd up so suddenly ? Pet. It is extempore, from my mother-wit.

Bap. Faith, gentlemen, now I play a merchant's part, Kath. A witty mother! witless else her son. And venture madly on a desperate mart. Pet. Am I not wise?

Tra. 'Twas a commodity lay fretting by you: Kath.

Yes; keep you warm. 'Twill bring you gain, or perish on the seas. Pet. Marry, so I mean, sweet Katharine, in thy bed. Bap. The gain I seek is quiet in the match. And therefore, setting all this chat aside,

Gre. No doubt but he hath got a quiet catch.Thus in plain terms :—your father hath consented But now, Baptista, to your younger daughter. That you shall be my wife; your dowry 'greed on, Now is the day we long have looked for: And, will you, nill you, I will marry you.

I am your neighbour, and was suitor first. Now, Kate, I am a husband for your turn;

Tra. And I am one, that love Bianca more For, by this light, whereby I see thy beauty,

Than words can witness, or your thoughts can guess. Thy beauty that doth make me like thee well,

Gre. Youngling, thou canst not love so dear as I. Thou must be married to no man but me :

Tra. Grey-beard, thy love doth freeze. For I am he, am born to tame you, Kate,


But thine doth fry. And bring you from a wild Kate to a Kate

Skipper, stand back : 'tis age, that nourisheth. Conformable, as other household Kates.

Tra. But youth, in ladies' eyes, that flourisheth. Here comes your father : never make denial ;

Bap. Content you, gentlemen; I'll compound this I must and will have Katharine to my wife.

strife : Re-enter Baptista, GREMIO, and Tranio. 'Tis deeds, must win the prize; and he, of both, Bap. Now, signior Petruchio, how speed you with That can assure my daughter greatest dower, my daughter

Shall have my Bianca's love.Pet. How but well, sir ? how but well?

Say, signior Gremio, what can you assure her? It were impossible I should speed amiss.

Gre. First

, as you know, my house within the city Bap. Why, how now, daughter Katharine ! in your Is richly furnished with plate and gold : dumps ?

Basons, and ewers, to lave her dainty hands;
Kath. Call you me, daughter? now, I promise you, My hangings all of Tyrian tapestry:
You have show'd a tender fatherly regard,

In ivory coffers I have stuff"d my crowns;
To wish me wed to one half lunatic;

In cypress chests my arras, counterpoints,
A mad-cap ruffian, and a swearing Jack,

Costly apparel, tents, and canopies,
That thinks with oaths to face the matter out. Fine linen, Turkey cushions boss'd with pearl,

Pet. Father, 'tis thus :-yourself and all the world, Valance of Venice gold in needle-work,
That talk'd of her, have talk'd amiss of her.

Pewter and brass, and all things that belong
If she be curst, it is for policy,

To house, or housekeeping : then, at my farm,
For she's not froward, but modest as the dove; I have a hundred milch-kine to the pail,
She is not hot, but temperate as the moon;

Six score fat oxen standing in my stalls,
For patience she will prove a second Grissel,

And all things answerable to this portion.
And Roman Lucrece for her chastity ;

Myself am struck in years, I must confess;
And to conclude,-we have 'greed so well together, And if I die to-morrow this is hers,
That upon Sunday is the wedding-day.

If whilst I live she will be only mine.
Kath. I'll see thee hang'd on Sunday first.

Tra. That “only" came well in.--Sir, list to me: Gre. Hark, Petruchio : she says, she'll see thee I am my father's heir, and only son : hang'd first.

If I may have your daughter to my wife, Tra. Is this your speeding ? nay then, good night I'll leave her houses three or four as good, our pact.

Within rich Pisa walls, as any one Pet. Be patient, gentlemen; I choose her for myself: Old signior Gremio has in Padua ; If she and I be pleas’d, what's that to you?

Besides two thousand ducats by the year 'Tis bargain'd 'twixt us twain, being alone,

Of fruitful land, all which shall be her jointure. That she shall still be curst in company.

What, have I pinch'd you, signior Gremio ? I tell you, 'tis incredible to believe

Gre. Two thousand ducats by the year of land ! How much she loves me. O, the kindest Kate ! My land amounts not to so much in all : She hung about my neck, and kiss on kiss

That she shall have; besides an argosy, She vied so fast, protesting oath on oath,

That now is lying in Marseilles' road. That in a twink she won me to her love.

What, have I chok'd you with an argosy? O! you are novices : 'tis a world to see,

Tra. Gremio, 'tis known, my father hath no less How tame, when men and women are alone,

Than three great argosies, besides two galliasses, A meacock wretch can make the curstest shrew.- And twelve tight galleys: these I will assure her, Give me thy hand, Kate: I will unto Venice,

And twice as much, whate'er thou offer'st next. To buy apparel 'gainst the wedding-day.

Gre. Nay, I have offer'd all, I have no more; Provide the feast, father, and bid the guests;

And she can have no more than all I have :I will be sure ! my Katharine shall be fine.

If you like me, she shall have me and mine. Bap. I know not what to say; but give me your Tra. Why, then, the maid is mine from all the world, hands:

By your firm promise: Gremio is out-vied. God send you joy! Petruchio, 'tis a match.

Bap. I must confess, your offer is the best; Gre. Tra. Amen, say we: we will be witnesses. And, let your father make her the assurance,

Pet. Father, and wife, and gentlemen, adieu. She is your own; else, you must pardon me: I will to Venice ; Sunday comes apace.

If you should die before him, where's her dower? We will have rings, and things, and fine array;

Tra. That's but a cavil: he is old, I young.

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Gre. And may not young men die, as well as old ? Set foot under thy table. Tut, a toy !
Bap. Well, gentlemen,

An old Italian fox is not so kind, my boy. [Exit. I am thus resolv'd.-On Sunday next, you know, Tra. A vengeance on your crafty wither'd hide! My daughter Katharine is to be married :

Yet I have faced it with a card of ten. Now, on the Sunday following shall Bianca

'Tis in my head to do my master good :Be bride to you, if you make this assurance;

I see no reason, but suppos'd Lucentio If not, to signior Gremio:

Must get a father, call d-supposed Vincentio ; And so I take my leave, and thank you both. [Exit. And that's a wonder : fathers, commonly,

Gre. Adieu, good neighbour. Now I fear thee not: Do get their children; but in this case of winning, Sirrah, young gamester, your father were a fool A child shall get a sire, if I fail not of my cunning. To give thee all, and, in his waning age,



SCENE I.-A Room in Baptista's House.

Bian. In time I may believe, yet I mistrust.

Luc. Mistrust it not; for, sure, Æacides Enter LUCENTIO, Hortensio, and BIANCA.

Was Ajax, call’d so from his grandfather. Luc. Fiddler, forbear: you grow too forward, sir. Bian. I must believe my master; else, I promise you, Have you so soon forgot the entertainment

I should be arguing still upon that doubt: Her sister Katharine welcom'd you withal ?

But let it rest.-Now, Licio, to you.— Hor. Tut, wrangling pedant! I avouch, this is Good masters, take it not unkindly, pray, The patroness of heavenly harmony:

That I have been thus pleasant with you both. Then, give me leave to have prerogative;

Hor. [To Lucentio.] You may go walk, and give And when in music we have spent an hour,

me leave awhile : Your lecture shall have leisure for as much.

My lessons make no music in three parts. Luc. Preposterous ass, that never read so far Luc. Are you so formal, sir ? [Aside.] Well, I must To know the cause why music was ordain'd!

wait, Was it not to refresh the mind of man,

And watch withal; for, but I be deceiv'd, After his studies, or his usual pain?

Our fine musician groweth amorous. Then, give me leave to read philosophy,

Hor. Madam, before you touch the instrument, And while I pause serve in your harmony.

To learn the order of my fingering,
Hor. Sirrah, I will not bear these braves of thine. I must begin with rudiments of art;

Bian. Why, gentlemen, you do me double wrong, To teach you gamut in a briefer sort,
To strive for that which resteth in my choice. More pleasant, pithy, and effectual,
I am no breeching scholar in the schools ;

Than hath been taught by any of my trade:
I'll not be tied to hours, nor 'pointed times,

And there it is in writing fairly drawn. But learn my lessons as I please myself.

Bian. Why, I am past my gamut long ago. And, to cut off all strife, here sit we down :

Hor. Yet read the gamut of Hortensio. Take you your instrurnent, play you the whiles; Bian. [Reads.] Gamut I am, the ground of all accord, His lecture will be done, ere you have tun'd.

A re, to plead Hortensio's passion; Hor. You'll leave his lecture when I anı in tune? B mi, Bianca, take him for thy lord,

[Hortensio retires. C faut, that loves with all affection : Luc. That will be never :-tune your instrument. D sol re, one cliff, two notes have I : Bian. Where left we last?

E la mi, show pity, or I die.
Luc. Here, madam :-

Call you this gamut? tut! I like it not:
Hac ibat Simois ; hic est Sigeia tellus ;

Old fashions please me best; I am not so nice,
Hic steterat Priami regia celsa senis. To change true rules for new inventions.
Bian. Construe them.

Enter a Servant.
Luc. Hac ibat, as I told you before,—Simois, I am Serv. Mistress, your father prays you leave your
Lucentio,-hic est, son unto Vincentio of Pisa,-Sigeia

books, tellus, disguised thus to get your love ;-Hic stet And help to dress your sister's chamber up: and that Lucentio that comes a wooing,-Priami, is You know, to-morrow is the wedding-day. my man Tranio, regia, bearing my port,-celsa senis, Bian. Farewell, sweet masters, both : I must be that we might beguile the old pantaloon.


[Exeunt Bianca and Servant. Hor. [Returning.] Madam, my instrument's in tune. Luc. 'Faith, mistress, then I have no cause to stay. Bian. Let's hear. [HORTENSIO plays.

[Exit. O fie! the treble jars.

Hor. But I have cause to pry into this pedant: Luc. Spit in the bole, man, and tune again. Methinks, he looks as though he were in love.

Bian. Now let me see if I can construe it: Hac ibat Yet if thy thoughts, Bianca, be so humble, Simois, I know you not;- hic est Sigeia tellus, I trust To cast thy wandering eyes on every stale, you not;—Hic steterat Priami, take heed he hear us Seize thee that list: if once I find thee ranging, not;-regia, presume not;-celsa senis, despair not. Hortensio will be quit with thee by changing. [Exit. Hor. Madam, 'tis now in tune.

SCENE II.-The Same. Before Baptista's House. Luc.

All but the base. Hor. The base is right; 'tis the base knave that jars.

Enter Baptista, Gremio, Tranio, KATHARINA, How fiery and forward our pedant is !

BIANCA, Lucentio, and Attendants. Now, for my life, the knave doth court my love: Bap. Signior Lucentio, this is the 'pointed day Pedascule, I'll watch you better yet. [Aside. That Katharine and Petruchio should be married,

And yet we hear not of our son-in-law.

Yet oftentimes he goes but mean apparella. What will be said ? what mockery will it be,

Bap. I am glad he is come, howsoe'er he comes. To want the bridegroom, when the priest attends Bion. Why, sir, he comes not. To speak the ceremonial rites of marriage ?

Bap. Didst thou not say, he comes?
What says Lucentio to this shame of ours?

Bion. Who? that Petruchio came?
Kath. No shame but mine: I must, forsooth, be forc'd Bap. Ay, that Petruchio came.
To give my hand, oppos'd against my heart,

Bion. No, sir; I say, his horse comes, with him on Unto a mad-brain rudesby, full of spleen;

his back. Who woo'd in haste, and means to wed at leisure. Bap. Why, that's all one. I told you, I, he was a frantic fool,

Bion. Nay, by St. Jamy, Hiding his bitter jests in blunt behaviour;

I hold you a penny, And to be noted for a merry man,

A horse and a man He'll woo a thousand, 'point the day of marriage,

Is more than one, Make friends, invite, yes, and proclaim the banns;

And yet not many. Yet never means to wed where he bath woo'd. Enter Petruchio and Grumio, strangely apparelled. Now must the world point at poor Katharine,

Pet. Come, where be these gallants? who is at home? And say,—“Lo, there is mad Petruchio's wife,

Bap. You are welcome, sir. If it would please him come and marry her.”


And yet I come not well. Tra. Patience, good Katharine, and Baptista too. Bap. And yet you halt not. Upon my life, Petruchio means but well,


Not so well apparellid, Whatever fortune stays him from his word:

As I wish you were. Though he be blunt, I know him passing wise;

Pet. Were it much better, I should rush in thus. Though he be merry, yet withal he's honest.

But where is Kate? where is my lovely bride ?Kath. Would Katharine had never seen him though! How does my father?—Gentles, methinks you frown :

[Exit, weeping, followed by Bianca, and others. And wherefore gaze this goodly company, Bap. Go, girl, I cannot blame thee now to weep, As if they saw some wondrous monument, For such an injury would vex a very saint,

Some comet, or unusual prodigy ? Much more a shrew of thy impatient humour.

Bap. Why, sir, you know, this is your wedding-day: Enter BIONDELLO.

First were we sad, fearing you would not come; Bion. Master, master! news, and such old news as Now sadder, that you come so unprovided. you never heard of!

Fie! doff this habit, shame to your estate, Bap. Is it new and old too? how may that be? An eye-sore to our solemn festival.

Bion. Why, is it not news to hear of Petruchio's Tra. And tell us what occasion of import coming ?

Hath all so long detain'd you from your wife, Bap. Is he come?

And sent you hither so unlike yourself? Bion. Why, no, sir.

Pet. Tedious it were to tell, and harsh to hear : Bap. What then?

Sufficeth, I am come to keep my word, Bion. He is coming.

Though in some part enforced to digress; Bap. When will he be here?

Which, at more leisure, I will so excuse Bion. When he stands where I am, and sees you there. As you shall well be satisfied withal. Tra. But, say, what is thine old news?

But, where is Kate? I stay too long from her: Bion. Why, Petruchio is coming, in a new hat, and The morning wears, 'tis time we were at church. an old jerkin; a pair of old breeches, thrice turned; Tra. See not your bride in these unreverent robes. a pair of boots that have been candle-cases, one buckled, Go to my chamber : put on clothes of mine. another laced; an old rusty sword ta'en out of the Pet. Not I, believe me: thus I'll visit her. town armoury, with a broken hilt, and chapeless; with Bap. But thus, I trust, you will not marry her. two broken points: his horse heaped with an old mothy Pet. Good sooth, even thus; therefore, have done saddle, and stirrups of no kindred: besides, possessed with words: with the glanders, and like to mose in the chine; To me she's married, not unto my clothes. troubled with the lampass, infected with the fashions, Could I repair what she will wear in me, full of wind-galls, sped with spavins, rayed with the As I can change these poor accoutrements, yellows, past cure of the fives, stark spoiled with the 'Twere well for Kate, and better for myself. staggers, begnawn with the bots; swayed in the back, But what a fool am I to chat with you, and shoulder-shotten; ne'er-legged before, and with a When I should bid good-morrow to my bride, half-cheeked bit, and a head stall of sheep's-leather; .And seal the title with a loving kiss ! which, being restrained to keep him from stumbling, [Exeunt Petruchio, Grumio, and BiondeLLO. hath been often burst, and now repaired with knots : Tra. He hath some meaning in his mad attire. one girth six times pieced, and a woman's crupper of We will persuade him, be it possible, velure, which hath two letters for her name fairly set to put on better ere he go to church. down in studs, and here and there pieced with pack- Bap. I'll after him, and see the event of this. [Exit. thread.

Tra. But, to our love concerneth us to add Bap. Who comes with him?

Her father's liking; which to bring to pass, Bion. O, sir! his lackey, for all the world caparisoned As I before imparted to your worship, . like the horse ; with a linen stock on one leg, and a I am to get a man,—whate'er he be, kersey boot-bose on the other, gartered with a red and It skills not much, we'll fit him to our turn,blue list; an old hat, and “the amours or forty fancies" And he shall be Vincentio of Pisa, pricked in't for a feather: a monster, a very monster And make assurance, here in Padua, in apparel, and not like a Christian footboy, or a gen- of greater sums than I have promised. tleman's lackey.

So shall you quietly enjoy your hope, Tra. 'Tis some odd humour pricks him to this fashion; And marry sweet Bianca with consent.

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Luc. Were it not that my fellow schoolmaster For I must hence; and farewell to you all. Doth watch Bianca's steps so narrowly,

Tra. Let us entreat you stay till after dinner. "Twere good, methinks, to steal our marriage;

Pet. It may not be. Which once perform'd, let all the world say no,


Let me entreat you. I'll keep mine own, despite of all the world.

Pet. It cannot be. Tra. That by degrees we mean to look into,


Let me entreat you. And watch our vantage in this business.

Pet. I am content. We'll over-reach the grey-beard, Gremio,


Are you content to stay? The narrow-prying father, Minola,

Pet. I am content you shall entreat ine stay, The quaint musician, amorous Licio;

But yet not stay, entreat me how you can.
All for my master's sake, Lucentio.

Kath. Now, if you love me, stay.
Re-enter Gremio.


Grumio, my horse! Signior Gremio, came you from the church?

Gru. Ay, sir, they be ready: the oats have eaten Gre. As willingly as e'er I came from school. the horses. Tra. And is the bride, and bridegroom, coming home? Kath. Nay, then,

Gre. A bridegroom say you? 'tis a groom indeed; Do what thou canst, I will not go to-day ;
A grumbling groom, and that the girl shall find. No, nor to-morrow, not till I please myself.

Tra, Curster than she? why, 'tis impossible. The door is open, sir, there lies your way;
Gre. Why, he's a devil, a devil, a very fiend. You may be jogging whiles your boots are green;
Tra. Why, she's a devil, a devil, the devil's dam. For me, I'll not be gone, till I please myself.—

Gre. Tut! she's a lamb, a dove, a fool to him. 'Tis like you'll prove a jolly surly groom,
I'll tell you, sir, Lucentio : when the priest

That take it on you at the first so roundly. Should ask,—if Katharine should be his wife,

Pet. 0, Kate! content thee: prythee, be not angry. " Ay, by gogs-wouns," quoth he; and swore so loud, Kath. I will be angry. What hast thou to do? That, all-amaz'd, the priest let fall the book,

Father, be quiet; he shall stay my leisure. And, as he stoop'd again to take it up,

Gre. Ay, marry, sir, now it begins to work. This mad-brain'à bridegroom took him such a cuff, Kath. Gentlemen, forward to the bridal dinner. That down fell priest and book, and book and priest: I see, a woman may be made a fool, “Now take them up," quoth he, “if any list.' If she had not a spirit to resist.

Tra. What said the wench when he arose again? Pet. They shall go forward, Kate, at thy command. Gre. Trembled and shook; for why, he stamp'd, and Obey the bride, you that attend on her: swore,

Go to the feast, revel and domineer, As if the vicar meant to cozen him.

Carouse full measure to her maidenhead, But after many ceremonies done,

Be mad and merry, or go hang yourselves. He calls for wine :-"A health!" quoth he; as if But for my bonny Kate, she must with me. He had been aboard, carousing to his mates,

Nay, look not big, nor stamp, nor stare, nor fret; After a storm :-quaffd off the muscadel,

I will be master of what is mine own. And threw the sops all in the sexton's face;

She is my goods, my chattels; she is my house, Having no other reason,

My household-stuff, my field, my barn,
But that his beard grew thin and hungerly,

My horse, my ox, my ass, my any thing:
And seem'd to ask him sops as he was drinking. And here she stands; touch her whoever dare:
This done, he took the bride about the neck,

I'll bring mine action on the proudest he
And kiss'd her lips with such a clamorous smack, That stops my way in Padua. --Grumio,
That, at the parting, all the church did echo; Draw forth thy weapon; we're beset with thieves :
And I, seeing this, came thence for very shame; Rescue thy mistress, if thou be a man.-
And after me, I know, the rout is coming :

Fear not, sweet wench; they shall not touch thee, Kate: Such a mad marriage never was before.

I'll buckler thee against a million. Hark, hark! I hear the minstrels play. [Music. [Exeunt PetRUCHIO, Katharina, and Grumio. Enter PETRUCHIO, KATHARINA, BIANCA, BAPTISTA, Bap. Nay, let them go, a couple of quiet ones. HORTENSIO, Grumio, and Train.

Gre. Went they not quickly, I should die with Pet, Gentlemen and friends, I thank you for your laughing pains.

Tra. Of all mad matches never was the like. I know, you think to dine with me to-day,

Luc. Mistress, what's your opinion of your sister? And have prepar'd great store of wedding cheer; Bian. That, being mad herself, she's madly mated. But, so it is, my haste doth call me hence,

Gre. I warrant him, Petruchio is Kated. And therefore here I mean to take my leave.

Bap. Neighbours and friends, though bride and Bap. Is't possible you will away to-night?

bridegroom wants Pet. I must away to-day, before night come. For to supply the places at the table, Make it no wonder: if you knew my business, You know, there wants no junkets at the feast.You would entreat me rather go than stay.-

Lucentio, you shall supply the bridegroom's place, And, honest company, I thank you all,

And let Bianca take her sister's room. That have beheld me give away myself

Tra. Shall sweet Bianca practise how to bride it? To this most patient, sweet, and virtuous wife:

Bap. She shall, Lucentio.-Come, gentlemen ; let's Dine with my father, drink a health to me,



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