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Pet. And, for that dowry, I'll assure her of And bonny Kate, and sometimes Kate the earst;
Fler widowhood, be it that she survive me, But Kate, the prettiest Kata in Christendom,
In all my lands and leases whatsoever :

Kate of Kate-hall, my super-dainty Kate,
Let specialties be therefore drawn between us, For dainties are all cates: and therefore, Kate,
That covenants may be kept on either hand.

Take this of me, Kate of my consolation ;
Bap. Ay, when the special thing is well obtain d, Hearing thy mildness prais'd in every town,
This is,-her love ; for that is all in all.

Thy virtues spoke of, and thy beauty sounded,
Pct. Why, that is nothing; for I tell you, father, (Yet not so deeply as to thee belongs.)
I am as peremptory as she proud-minded;

Myself am mov'd to woo thee for my wife,
And where two raging tires mett together,

Kath. Movd! in good time: let him that mov'd you They do consume the thing that feeds their fury:

hither, Though little fire grows great with little wind, Remove you hence: I knew you at the first, Yet extreme gusts will blow out fire and all :

You were a moveable. So I to her, and so she yields to me;


Why, what's a moveable? For I am rough, and woo not like a babe.

Kath. A joint-stool. BapWell may'st thou woo, and happy be thy speed ! Pet.

Thou hast hit it: come, sit on me. Bat be thou arm d for some unhappy words.

Kath. Asses are made to bear, and so are you. Pet. Ay, to the proof; as mountains are for winds, Pet. Women are made to bear, and so are you. That bake not, though they blow perpetually.

Kath. No such jade, sir, as you, if me you mean. Reenter Hortensio, with his head broken. Pet. Alas, good Kate! I will not burden thee: Bap. How now, my friend? why dost thou look so

For, knowing ihree to be but young and light, pale?

Kath. Too light for such a swain as you to catch ; Her. For fear, I promise you, if I lock pale.

And yet as heavy as my weight should be. Bap. What, will my daughter prove a good musi

Pet. Should be? should buz.

Kath. cian?

Well ta'en, and like a buzzard Her. I think, she'll sooner prove a soldier;

Pet. O, slow-wing'd turtle! shall a buzzard take Ina may hold with her, but never lutes.

thee? Brip. Why,then thou canst not break her to the lute? Kath. Ay, for a turtle ; as he takes a buzzard.

Hor. Why, no ; for she hath broke the lute to me. Pet. Come, come, you wasp : i'faith, you are too I did but tell her, she mistook her frets,

angry. And bow a ler hand to teach her fingering;

Kath. If I be waspish, best beware my sting. When, with a most impatient devilish spirit,

Pet. My remedy is then, to pluck it ont. Frets, call you these ? quoth she: I'll fume with them :

Kath. Ay, if the fool could find it where it lies. And, with that word, she struck me on the head,

Pct. Who knows not where a wasp doth wear his And through the instrument my pate made way;

sting? And there I stood amazed for a wbile,

In his tail. As on a pillory, looking through the lute:

Kath. In his tongue. While she did eall merascal fiddler,


Whose tongue ? And-twangling Jack; with twenty such vile terms,

Kath. Yours, if you talk of tails: and so farewell. As she had studied to misuse me so.

Pet. What, with my tougue in your tail? nay, come Pet. Now, by the world, it is a lusty wench ;

again, I love her ten times more than e'er I did:

Good Kate; I am a gentleman.

Kath. O, hox I long to have some chat with her!

That I'll try, Bop, Well, go with me, and be not so discomfited:

[Striking him. Protsed in practice with my younger daughter;

Pct. I swear I'll cuff you, if you strike again. She's apt to learn, and thankful for good turns.

Kath. So may you lose your arms: -Signior Petruchio, will you go with us;

If you strike me, you are no gentleman; Or shall I send my daughter Kate to you?

And if no gentleman, why, then no arms. Pet. I pray you do ; I will attend her here,

Pet. A herald, Kate? 0, put me in thy books. [Exe. Bap. Gre. Tra. and Hor.

Kath. What is your crest ? a coxcomb? And woo her with some spirit when she comes.

Pet. A combléss coek, so Kate will be my hen. Say, that she rail; Why, then I'll tell her plain,

Kath. No cock of mine, you crow too like a craven. She sings as sweetly as a nightingale:

Pet. Nay, come, Kate, come; you must not look so Say, that she frown ; I'll say, she looks as clear As morning roses newly wash'd with dew:

Kath. It is my fashion, when I see a crab. Say, she be mute, and will not speak a word;

Pet. Wby, here's no crab; and therefore look not Then I'll commend her volubility, And sayshe uttereth piercing eloquence:

Kath. There is, there is.

Pet. Then show it me. If she do bid me praek, I'll give her thanks,

Kath. As though she bid me stay by her a week;

Had I a glass, I would. If she deny to wod, I'll crave the day

Pet. What, you mean my face?

Kath. When I shall ask the banns, and when be married :

Well aim'd of such a young one. But here she comes; and now, Petruchio, speak.

Pet. Now, by saint George, I am too young

for you. Enter Katharina.

Kruth. Yet you are witherd.

'Tis with cares. Good-morrow, Kate ; for that's your name, I hear. Kath.

I care note Kæh. Well have you heard, but something hard of Pet. Nay, hear you, Rate: in sooth, you 'scape not so. beanng;

Kruth. I chafe you, if I tarry ; let me go. They call me-Katharine, that do talk of me.

Pet. No, not a whit; I find you passing gentle. Pet. You lie, in faith; for you are call'd plain Kate 'Twas told me,'you were ruigh, aad coy, and suller,



And now I find report a very liar ;

How much she loves me: 0, the kindest Kate!-
For thou art pleasant, gamesome, passing courteous ; She hung about my neck; and kiss on kiss
But slow in speech, yet sweet as spring-time flowers: She vied so fast, protesting oath on oath,

Thou canst not frown, thou canst not look askance, That in a twink she won me to her love.
Nor bite the lip. as angry wenches will ;

0, you are novices ! 'tis a world to see, Nor hast thou pleasure to be cross in talk;

How tame, when men and women are alone, But thou with mildness entertain'st thy wooers, A meacock wretch can make the curstest shrew. With gentle conference, soft and affable.

-Give me thy hand, Kate: I will unto Venice, Why does the world report, that Kate doth limp? To buy apparel 'gainst the wedding day :O slanderous world! Kate, like the hazie-twig, Provide the feast, father, and bid the guests; Is straight, and slender; and as brown in hue I will be sure, my Katharine shall be fine. As hazle nuts, and sweeter than the kernels.

Bap. I know not what to say: but give me your o, let me see thee walk : thou dost not halt.

hands; Kath. Go. fool, and whom thou keep'st command. -God send you joy, Petruchio! 'tis a match. Pet. Did ever Dian so become a grove,

Gre. Tra. Amen, say we; we will be witnesses. As Kate this chamber with her princely gait?

Pet. Father, and wife, and gentlemen, adieu ; 0, be thou Dian, and let her be Kale;

I will to Venice, Sunday comes apace :And then let Kate be chaste, and Dian sportful! We will have rings, and things, and fine array ;

Kath. Where did you study all this goodly speech? And kiss me, Kate, we will be married o'Sunday. Pet. It is extempore, from my mother-wit.

[Exc. Pet. and Kath. severally. Kath. A witty mother! willess else her son.

Gre. Was ever match clapp'd up so suddenly? Pet. Am I not wise?

Bap. Faith, gentlemen, now I play a merchant's part, Kath. Yes; keep you warm.

And venture madly on a desperate mart. Pet. Marry, so I mean, sweet Katharine, in thy bed : Tra. 'Twas a commodity lay fretting by you: And therefore, setting all this chat aside,

'Twill bring you gain, or perish on the seas. Thus in plain terms :-Your father hath consented Bap. The gain I seek is-quiet in the match. That you shall be my wife ; your dowry 'greed on; Gre. No doubt, but he hath got a quiet catch. And, will you, nill you. I will marry you.

But now, Baptista, to your younger daughter ;Now, Kate, I am a husband for your turn;

Now is the day we long have looked for; For, by this light, whereby I see thy beanty,

I am your neighbour, and was suitor first. (Thy beauty, that doth make me like thee well,) Tra. And I am one, that love Bianca more Tbou must be married to no man but me:

Than words can witness, or your thoughts can guess. For I am he, an born to tame you, Kate;

Gre. Youngling! thou canst not love so dear as I. And bring you from a wild cat to a Kate

Tra. Grey-beard! thy love doth freeze. Conformable, as other household Kates.


But thine doth fry. Here comes your father ; never make denial,

Skipper, stand back; 'tis age, that nourisheth. I must and will have Katharine to my wife.

Tra. But youth, in ladies' eyes that flourisheth. Re-enter Baptista, Gremio, and Tranio. Bap. Content you, gentlemen ; I'll compound this Bap. Now,

strife: Signior Petruchio: How speed you with

'Tis deeds, must win the prize; and he, of both, My daughter?

That can assure my dangliter greatest dower,
Pet. How but well, sir? how but well? Shall have Bianca's love.
It were impossible, I should speed amiss.

-Say, signior Gremio, what can you assure her? Bap. Why, how now, daughter Katharine ? in your Gre. First, as you know, my house within the city dumps ?

Is richly furnished with plate and gold ; Kath. Call you me, daughter? now I promise you, : Basons, and ewers, to lave her dainty hands ; You have show'd a tender fatherly regard,

My bangings all of Tyrian tapestry : To wish me wed to one half lunatic;

In ivory coifers I have stuff d my crowns ; A mal-cap ruffian, and a swearing jack,

In cypress chests my arras, counterpoints, That thinks with oaths to face the matter out. Costly apparel, tents, and canopies,

Pet. Father, 'tis thus,--yourself and all the world, Fine linen, Turkey cushions boss'd with pearl, That talkd of her, have talkd amiss of her ;

Valance of Venice gold in needle work, If she be curst, it is for policy:

Pewter and brass, and all things that belong For she's not froward, but modest as the dove; To house, or house-kceping: then, at my farm, She is noi hot, but temperate as the morn ;

I have a hundred milch-kine to the pail, For patience she will prove a second Grissel;

Sixscore fat oxen standing in my stalls, And Roman Lucrece for her clastity:

And all things answerable to this portion. And to conclude, -we have 'greed so well together, Myself am struck in years, I nust confess ; That upon Sunday is the wedding-day.

And, if I die to-morrow, this is hers, Kath. I'll see thee hang'd on Sunday first.

If, whilst I live, she will be only mine. Gre. Hark, Petruchio! she says, she'll see thee Tra. That only came well in.-Sir, list to me, bang d first.

I am my father's heir, and only son: Tra. Is this your speeding? nay, then, good night | If I may have your daughter to my wife, our part!

I'll leave her houses three or four as good, Pet. Be patient, gentlemen; I choose her for my, Within rich Pisa walls, as any one self;

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, ‘uis incredible to believe

Gre. Two thousand ducats by the year, of laul!

My land amounts not to so much in all :
That she shall have ; besides an argosy,
That now is lying in Marseilles' road ..
What, have I chok'd you with an argosy?

Tra. Gremio, 'tis known, my father hath no less Than three great argosies ; besides two galliasses, And twelve tight gallies : these I will assure her, Add twice as much, whate'er thou offerst next.

Gre. Nay, I have offer'd all, I have no more;
And she can have no more than all I have ;-
If you like me, she shall have me and mine.

Tro. Why, then the maid is mine from all the world, By your firm promise ; Gremio is out-vied.

Bap. I must confess, your offer is the best ; And, let your father make her the assurance, She is your own; else, you must pardon me : If you should die before him, where's her dower? Tra. That's but a cavil ; he is old, I young. Gre. And may not young men die, as well as old ? Bap. Well, gentlemen, I am thus resolvd :-On Sunday next, you know, My daughter Katharine is to be married : Now, on the Sunday following, shall Bianca De bride to you, if you make this assurance; If not, to signior Gremio: And so I take my leave, and thank you both. (Exit.

Gre. Adieu, good neighbour.--Now I fear thee not ; Sirrah, young gamester, your father were a fool To give thee all, and, in his waning age, Ser foot under thy table: Tut! a toy! An old Italian fox is not so kind, my boy. [Exit.

Tro A vengeance on your crafty wither'd hide! Yet I have faced it with a card of ten. 'Tis in my head to do my master good :I see no reason, but supposd Lucentio Must get a father, callid-suppos'd Vincentio; And that's a wonder: fathers, commonly, Do get their children ; but, in this case of wooing, A child skall get a sire, if I fail not of my cunning.


Hor. You'll leave his lecture when I am in tune?

[To Bianca.-Hortensio retires.
Luc. That will be never ;-tune your instrument.
Bian. Where left we last?

Here, madam :-
Hæc ibat Simois; hic est Sigeia tellus ;
Hic steterat Priami regia celsa senis.

Bian. Construe them.

Luc. Hac ibat, as I told you before, Simois, I am Lucentio,-hic est, son unto Vincentio of Pisa,

-Sigeia tellus, disguised thus to get your love ;-Hic steterat, and that Lucentio that comes a wooing-Prinmi, is my man Tranio,mregia, bearing my port,-celsa senis, that we might beguile the old pantaloon.

Hor. Madam, my instrument's in tune. [Returning, Bian. Let's hear;

[Hortensio plays. o fie! the treble jars.

Luc. Spit in the hole, man, and tune again.

Bian. Now let me see if I can construe it: Hac ibat Simois, I know you not ;-hic est Sigcia tellus, I trust you not ;-lic steterat Priami, take heed he hear us not ;-regia, presume not ;-celsa senis, despair not.

Hor. Madam, 'tis now in tune. Luc.

All but the base. Hor. The base is right ; 'tis the base knave that jars. How fiery and forward our pedant is ! Now, for my life, the knave doth court my love: Pedascule, I'll watch you better yet.

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

Luc. Mistrust it not ; for, sure, Eacides Was Ajax,-call'd so from his grandfather.

Bian. I must believe my master; else, I promise you. I should be arguing still upon that doubt : But let it rest.--Now, Licio, to you :Good masters, take it not unkindly, pray, That I have been thus pleasant with you both. Hor. You may go walk, [To Lucentio.) and give me

leave awhile; My lessons make no music in three parts.

Luc. Are you so formal, sir? well, I must wait,
And watch withal; for, but I be deceivid,
Our fine musician groweth amorous. [ Aside.

Hor. Madam, before you touch the instrument,
To learn the order of my fingering,
I must begin with rudiments of art;
To teach you gamut in a briefer sort,
More pleasant, pithy, and effectal,
Than hath been taught by any of my trade:
And there it is in writing, fairly drawn.

Bian. Why, I am past my gamut long ago.
Hor. Yet read the gamut of Hortensio.
Bian. [reads.] Gamut I am, the ground of all accord,

A re, to plead Hortensio's passion;
B mi, Bianca, take him for thy lord,

C faut, that loves with all affection :
D sol re, one cliff, two notes have 1;

E la mi, show pity, or I die.
Call you this-gamut? tut! I like it not:
Old fashions please me best; I am not so nice,
To change true rules for odd inventions.

Enter a Servant.
Serv. Mistress, your father prays you leave your

books, And help to dress your sister's chamlxr up: You know, to-morrow is the wedding-day. Bian. Farewell, sweet masters, both; I must be gone.

[Exe. Bianca and Serrant. Luc. Faith, mistress, then I have no cause to stay.



SCENE 1.- A Room in Baptista's House. Enter Lucentio, Hortensio, and Bianca.

FIDDLER, forbear; you grow too forward, sir :
Have you so soon forgot the entertainment
Her sister Katharine welcom'd you withal ?

Her. But, wrangling pedant, this is
The patroness of heavenly harmony:
Then give me leave to have prerogative ;
And when in music we have spent an hour,
Your lecture shall have leisure for as much.

Luc. Preposterous ass! that never read so far
To know the cause why music was ordain'd!
Wu it not, to refresh the mind of man,
After his studies, or his usual pain?
Then give me leave to read philosophy,
And, while I pause, serve in your harmony.
Fler. Sitrah, I will not bear these braves of thine.
Biarra Why, gentlemen, you do me double wrong,
To strive for that which resteth in my choice:
1 am no breeching scholar in the schools;
I'll not be tied to hours, nor 'pointed times,
But learn my lessons as I please myself.
And, to cut off all strife, here sit me down :-
Take you your instrument, play you the whiles ;
His lecture will be done, ere you have tund,


Har. But I have cause to pry into this pedant; stumbling, hath been ofien burst, and now repaired Methinks, he looks as though he were in love: with knots : one girt six times pieced, and a woman's Yet, if thy thoughts, Bianca, be so humble,

crupper of velure, which hath two letters for her 'To cast thy wand'ring eyes on every stale,

name, fairly set down in studs, and here and there Seize thee, that list: If once I find thee ranging, pieced with packthread. Hortensio will be quit with thee by changing. [Exit. Bap. Who comes with him?

Bion. O, sir, his lackey, for all the world caparison SCENE II.-The same. Before Baptista's House.

ed like the horse; with a linen stock on one leg, and Enter Baptista, Gremio, Tranio, Katharina, Bianca, Lucentio, and Attendants.

a kersey boot-hose on the other, gartered with a red

and blue list; an old bat, and The humuur of forty Bap. Signior Lucentio, [To Tranio.] this is the fancies pricked in't for a feather: a monster, a very ‘pointed day

ter in apparel ; and not like a Christian foot boy, That Katharine and Petruchio should be married,

or a gentleman's lackey. And yet we hear not of our son-in-law:

Tra. Tis some odd humour pricks him to this What will be said ? what mockery will it be,

fashion ; To want the bridegroom, when the priest attends

-Yet oftcatimes he goes but mean apparell'd. To speak the ceremonial rites of marriage?

Bnp. I am glad he is come, howsoe'er he comes. What says Lucentio to this share of ours?

Bion. Why, sir, he comes not. Kath. No shame but mine: I must, forsooth,be forc'd

Bap. Didst thou not say, he comes? To give my hand, oppos'd against my heart,

Bion. Who? that Petruchio came? Unto a mad-brain'd rudesby, full of spleen ;

Bap. Ay, that Petruchio came. Who wood in haste, and means to wed at leisure.

Bion. No, sir; I say, his horse comes with him on I told you, I, he was a frantic fool,

his back. Hiding his bitter jests in blunt behaviour:

Bap. Why, that's all one. And, to be noted for a merry man,

Bion. Nay, by saint Jamy, I hold you a penny, He'll woo a thousand, 'point the day of marriage,

A horse and a man is more than one, apd yet not many. Make friends, invite, yes, and proclaim the banns ; Yet never means to wed where he hath wood.

Enter Petruchio and Grumio. 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 stay's him froin his wond :

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

Pct. Were it 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, Katherine had never seen him though! How does my father?-Gentles, methinks you frown: [E.rit, weeping, followed by Bianca, and others.

And wherefore guze this goolly company; Bap. Go, girl ; I cannot blame thee now to woep; As if they saw some wondrous monument, For such an injury would vex a saint,

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

Bap. Why, sir, you know this is your wechling-day : Enter Biondello.

First, were we sad, fearing you would not come; Bion. Master, master! news, old news, and such

Now, sadder, that you come so unprovided.

Fie! doff' this habit, shame to your estate, news as you never heard of !

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 ?

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

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

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

Sufliceth, 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 sces you As you shall well be satisfied withal. there.

But, where is Kate? I stay too long from her ; Tra. But, say, what :-To thine old news.

The morning wears, 'tis time we were at church. Bion. Why, Petruchio is coming, in a new hat, and Tra. See not your bride in these unreverent robes ; an old jerkin; a pair of old breeches, thrice turned ; Go to my chamber, put on clothes of mine. a pair of boots that have been candie-cases, one buc. Pet. Not I, believe me; thus I'll visit her. kled, another laced: an old rusty sword ta'en out of Bap. But thus, I trust you will not marry her. the town armory, with a broken hilt, and chapeless; Pet. Good south, even thus; therefore have done with two broken points: His horse hipped with an

with words; old mothy saddle, the stirrups of no kindred : besides, To me she's married. not unto my clothes : possessed with the glanders, and like to mose in the Could I repair what she will wear in me, chine ; troubled with the lampass, infected with the As I can change these poor accoutrements, fashions, full of windgalls, sped with spavins, raied "Twere well for Kate, and better for myself. with the yellows, past cure of the fives, stark spoiled But what a fool am I, to chat with you, with the staggers, begnawn with the bots; swayed in When I should bid good-morrow to my bride, the back, and shoulder-shotten ; ne'er-legged before, And seal the uitle with a lovely kiss? and with a half-checked bit, anul a head-stail of sheep's

[E.reunt Pet. Gru. and gion. Jeather; which, being restrained to keep him froin Tra. He hath soine meaning in his mad attire :

We will persuade him, be it possible,

And therefore here I mean to take my leave. To put on better ere he go to church.

Bap. Is't possible you will away to-night?
Bap. I'll after him, and see the event of this. [Ex. Pet. I must away to-day, before night come :-

Tre. But, sir, to her love concerneth us to add Make it no wonder; if you knew my business,
her father's liking : Which to bring to pass, You would entreat me rather go than stay.
As I before imparted to your worship,

And, honest company, I thank you all,
I am to get a man,—whate'er he be,

That have beheld me give away myself
It skills not much ; we'll fit him to our turn, To this most patient, sweet, and virtuous wife:
All be shall be Vincentio of Pisa ;

Dine with my father, drink a health to me;
And make assurance, here in Padua,

For I must hence, and farewell to you all. of greater sumas than I have promised.

Tra. Let us entreat you stay till after dinner. So shall you quietly enjoy your hope,

Pet. It may not be. And marry sweet Bianca with consent.


Let me entreat you. Luc. Were it not that my fellow schoolmaster

Pet. It cannot be. Doth wateh Bianca's steps so narrowly,


Let me entreat you. Twere good, methinks, to steal our marriage ;

Pet. I am content. Which once performn'd, let all the world say-no, Kath.

Are you content to stay?
I'll keep mine own, despite of all the world.

Pet. I am content you shall entreat me stay;
Tra. That by degrees we mean to look into, But yet not stay, entreat me how you can.
And watch our vantage in this business :

Kath. Now, if you love me, stay.
We'll over-reach the greybeard, Gremio,


Grumio, my horses. The narrow-prying father, Minola ;

Gru. Ay, sir, they be ready; the oats have eaten the The quaint musician, amorous Licio;

horses. All for my master's sake, Lucentio.-.

Kath. Nay, then,
Re-enter Gremio.

Do what thou canst, I will not go to-day;

No, nor to-niorrow, nor till I please myself. Signior Gremio! came you from the church?

The door is open, sir, there lies your way, Gre. As willingly as e'er I came from school.

You may be jogging, whiles your boots are green; Tri. And is the bride and bridegroom coming home? | For me, I'll not be gone, till 1 please myself :

Gre. A bridegroom, say you ? 'tis a groom indeed, ”Tis like, you'll prove a jolly surly groom,
A grurobling groom, and that the girl shall find.

That take it on you at the first so roundly.
Tro. Curster than she? why, 'tis impossible.

Pet. O, Kate, content thee; pr’ythee, be not angry. Gre. Why, he's a devil, a devil, a very fiend.

Kath. I will be angry; What hast thou to do? Tra. Why, she's a devil, a devil, the devil's dam.

- Father, be quiet ; he shall stay my leisure. Gre. Tut! she's a lamb, a dove, a fool to him.

Gre. Ay, marry, sir: now it begins to work. I'll tell you, sir Lueentio; When the priest

Kath. Gentlemen, forward to the bridal dinner :Shonld ask,-if Katharine should be his wife,

I see, a woman may be made a fool, Ay, by gogs-wouns, quoth he ; and swore so loud,

If she had not a spirit to resist. That, all amaz'd, the priest let fall the book:

Pet, They shall go forward, Kate, at thy command : And, as he stoop'd again to take it up,

-Obey the bride, you that attend on her:
The mad brain'd bridegroora took him such a cuff,

Go to the feast, revel and domineer,
That down fell priest and book, and book and priest ; Carouse full measure to her maidenhead,
Bars take them up, quoth he, if any list.

Be mad and merry,-or go hang yourselves;
Tro. What said the weneh, when he arose again?

But for my bonny Kate, she must with me. Ge. Trembled and shook ; for why, he stamp'd, and Nay, look not big, nor stamp, nor stare, nor fret; swore,

I will be master of what is mine own: As if the vicar meant to cozen him.

She is my goods, my chattels ; she is my house, But after many ceremonies done,

My household-stuff, my field, my barn, He ealls for wine :- A health, quoth he ; as if

My horse, my ox, my ass, my any thing; He had been aboard, carousing to his mates

And here she stands, touch her whoever dare; After a storm :-quaff’d off' the muscadel,

I'll bring my action on the proudest he And threw the sops all in the sexton's face;

That stops my way in Padua.-Grunio, Having no other reason,

Draw forth thy weapon ; we're beset with thieves; But that his beard grew thin and hungerly,

Rescue thy mistress, if thou be a man : And seem'd to ask him sops as he was drinking. Fear not, sweet wench, they shall not touch thee, Kate, This done, be took the bride about the neck; I'll buckler thee against a million. And kis'd her lips with such a clamorous sınack,

[Exc. Pet. Kath. and Grumio. That, at the parting, all the church did echo.

Bap. Nay, let them go, a couple of quiet ones. 1, mring this, came thence for very shame;

Gre. Went they not quickly, I should die with Auxi aftur me, I know, the rout is coming :

Jaughing Such a mad marriage never was before;

Tra. Of all mad matches, never was the like. Hark, hark? I hear the minstrels play. [Music. Luc. Mistress, what's your opinion of your sister? Enter Petruchio, Katharina, Bianca, Baptista, Horten.

Bian. That, being mad herself, she's madly mated. sio, Grumio, and Train.

Gre. I warrant him, Petruchio is Kated.

Bap. Neighbours and friends, though bride and Pet. Gentlemen and friends, I thank you for your bridegroom wants pains.

For to supply the places at the table, I know, you think to dine with me to-day,

You know, there wants no junkct at the feast :-Al have prepar'd great store of wedding clecr ; Luceatio, you shall supply the bridegroom's place Lut so it is, my laaste doth call me hence,

And let Bianca take her sister's room.

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