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Bap. You're welcome, Sir, and he for your good
fake. Rut or my daughter Catharina, this I know, She is noi for your turn; the more's my grief.
Pit. i jee you do not mean to part with her; Or je vou like not of my company.
Bup. Millake me not, I speak but what I find. Whence are vol, Sir ? what inay I call your name?
Pet. Petrucio is my name, Antonio's fon, A man well known ihroughout all Italy. Bap. I know him well: you are welcome for his
fake. Gre. Saving your tale. Petruchio, I pray, let us, that are poor petitioners, speak too. Baccalaret!
you are marvellous forward. Pet. Oh, pardon me, Signior Gremio, I would
fain be doing. Gre. I doubt it not, Sir; but you will curse your
wooing. Neighbour, this is a gift very grateful, I am-sure of it. To express the like kindness myself, that have been more kindly beholden to you than any, free leave give to this young fcholar, that hath been long studying at Rheims, [Presenting Lucentio.] as cunning in Greek, Latin, and other languages, as the other in music and mathematics ; his name is Cambio ; pray, accept his service.
Bap. A thousand thanks, Signior Gremio : welcome, good Cambio. But, gentle Sir, methinks you walk like a stranger ; (To Tranio.] may I be so bold to know the cause of your coming ?
?'ra. Pardon me, Sir, the boldness is mine own, That, being a stranger in this city here, Do make myself a suitor io your daughter, Unto Bianca, fair and virtuous. Nor is your firm resolve unknown to me, In the preferment of the eldest fifter. This liberty is all that I request; That, upon knowledge of my parentage, I may have welcome 'mongst ine rest that woo,
of i.e. Thou arrogant, picíumptuous man, Italian
And free access and favour as the rest.
[They greet privately. Bap. Lucentio is your name? of whence I pray ? Tra. Of Pisa, Sir, son to Vincentio.
Bap. A mighty man of Pisa; by report
[To Hortensiv and Lucentio.
Enter a Seront,
[Exit Servant with Hortenfio and Lucentio. We will
walk a litile in the orchard,
Pet. Signior Baptista, my business asketh haste,
Bap. After my death the one half of my lands;
Pet. And for that doivry I'll allure her of
Bap: Ay, when the special thing is well obtain'd,
Pet. Why, that is nothing ;-for I tell you, father,
They do consume the thing that feeds their fury :
Pet. Ay, to the proof, as mountains are for winds, That shake not, tho' they blow perpetually.
S CE N E III. Ester Hortensio with his head broke. 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 ? 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 I did but tell her fhé mistook her frets, [me. And bow'd her hand to teach her fingering, When with a most impatient devilish spirit, Frets call you them? quoth she: I'll fume with them. And with that word the 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, fidler, And twangling Jack, with twenty
such vile terms, As she had studied to misuse me to.
Pet. Now, by the world, it is a lusty wench ;
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?
[Exit Bap, with Grem. Horten. and Tra.
S CE N E IV.
Enter Catharina. Good morrow, Kate ; for that's your name, I hear. Cath. Well have you heard, but something hard
of hearing They call me Catharine, that do talk of me. 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 mildneis prais’d in every town, Thy virtues spoke of, and thy beauty founded, Yet not so deeply as to thee belongs, Myself am mov'd to wooe thee for my wife. Cath. Mov'd ?- in good time- let him that
mov'd you hither
Pet. Why, what's a moveable?
Cath. Asies are made to bear, and so are you. Pet. Women are made to bear, and so are you. Cath. No such 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 light
Cath. Too light for such a swain as you to catch; And yet as heavy as my weight should be.
Pet. Should bee ; should buz.
take thee? Cath. Ay, for a turtle, as he takes a buzzard. Pet. Come, come, you wasp, i' faith you are too
angry. Crih. If I be waspish, best beware my sting. Pet. My remedy is then to pluck it out. Caikr. Ah, if the fool could find it where it lyes.
Pet. Who knows not where a wasp doth wear In his tail.
[his sting? Cath. In his tongue. Pet. Whole tongue ? Cath. Yours, if you talk of tails; and so fare
well. Pet. What with my tongue in your tail ? nay,
come again, Good Kate, I am a gentleman. Cath. That I'll try.
[She strikes him. Pet. I swear I'll cuff
Pet. A herald, Kate ? oh, put me in thy books.
so four. Cath. It is my fashion when I see a crab. Pet. Why here's no crab, and therefore look not