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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

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And free access and favour as the rest.
And, toward the education of your daughters,
I here bestow a simple instrument,
And this small packet of Greek and Latin books:,
If you accept them, then their worth is great.

[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
I know him well; you are very welcome, Sir.
Take you the lute, and you the set of books,

[To Hortensiv and Lucentio.
You shall go see your pupils presently.
Holla, within !

Enter a Seront,
Sirrah, lead these gentlemen
To my two daughters; and then tell them both,
These are their tutors, bid them use them well.

[Exit Servant with Hortenfio and Lucentio. We will

walk a litile in the orchard,
And then to dinner. You are pailing welcome,
And so I pray you all to think yourselves.

Pet. Signior Baptista, my business asketh haste,
And every day I cannot come to wooe.
You knew my father well, and in hini me,
Left folely heir to all his lands and goods,
Which I have buiterd, rather than decreas’d;
Then tell me, if I get your daughter's love,
What dowry fhall I have with her to wife?

Bap. After my death the one half of my lands;
And in poslellion twenty thousand crowns.

Pet. And for that doivry I'll allure her of
Her widowhood, be it that she furvive me,
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,
That is, lier love ; for that is all in all.

Pet. Why, that is nothing ;-for I tell you, father,
I am as peremptory as the proud-minded.
And where two raging fires mect together,
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They do consume the thing that feeds their fury :
Tho' 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 wooe not like a babe.
Bap. Well may'st thou wooe, 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, 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 ;
I love her ten times more than e'er I did;
Oh, how I long to have fome 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,

[Exit Bap, with Grem. Horten. and Tra.
And wooe her with fome spirit when the comes.
Say that she rail; why, then I'll tell her plain,
She sings as sweetly as a nightingale :
Say that she frowns; I'll say the looks as clear
As morning roses newly wallı'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 tho' she bid me stay by her a week :
If the 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.

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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
Remove you hence; I knew you at the first
You were a moveable.

Pet. Why, what's a moveable?
Cath. A join'd stool.
Pet. Thou hast hit it; come, sit on me.

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.
Cath. Well ta'en, and like a buzzard.
Pet. Oh, low-wing'd turtle, shall a buzzard

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


strike again,
Cath. So may you lose your arms.
If you strike me, you are no gentleman ;
And if no gentleman, why then, no arms.

Pet. A herald, Kate ? oh, put me in thy books.
Cath. What is your crest, a coxcomb?
Pet. A combless cock, so Kate will be my hen.
Cath. No cock of mine, you crow too like a craven.
Pet. Nay, come, Kate; come, you must not look

so four. Cath. It is my fashion when I see a crab. Pet. Why here's no crab, and therefore look not

so four.
Cath. There is, there is.
Pet. Then shew it me.

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