Bap. You're welcome, Sir, and he for your good fake. But for my daughter Catharina, this I know, Bap. Miflake me not, I fpeak but what I find. 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. Baccalare +! -you are marvellous forward. Pet. Oh, pardon me, Signior Gremio, I would fain be doing. Gre. I doubt it not, Sir; but you will curfe your wooing. Neighbour, this is a gift very grateful, I am-fure of it. To exprefs 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 ftudying at Rheims, [Presenting Lucentio.] as cunning in Greek, Latin, and other languages, as the other in mufic and mathematics; his name is Cambio; pray, accept his service. Bap. A thoufand thanks, Signior Gremio: wel come, good Cambio. But, gentle Sir, methinks you walk like a stranger; [To Tranio.] may I he fo bold to know the caufe of your coming? Tra. Pardon me, Sir, the boldness is mine own Nor is your firm refolve unknown to me, That, upon knowledge of my parentage, I may have welcome 'mongst the rest that woo, ti. c. Thou arrogant, presumptuous man, Italian And free accefs and favour as the rest. And, toward the education of your daughters, And this small packet of Greek and Latin books: [They greet privately. Bap. Lucentio is your name? of whence I pray? Tra. Of Pifa, Sir, fon 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 fet of books, [To Hortenfio and Lucentio. You fhall go fee your pupils presently. Holla, within! Enter a Servant. Sirrah, lead these gentlemen To my two daughters; and then tell them both, Pet. Signior Baptifta, my bufinefs aketh hafte, Bap. Ay, when the fpecial thing is well obtain'd, That is, her 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 meet together, VOL. III. R They do confume the thing that feeds their fury : 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 fome unhappy words. Enter Hortenfio with his head broke. Bap. How now, my friend, why doft thou look fo pale? Hor. For fear, I promise you, if I look pale. Bap. What, will my daughter prove a good musician? Hor. I think he'll fooner prove a foldier; Iron may hold with her, but never lutes. Bap. Why, then thou canst not break her to the lute? [me. Hor. Why, no; for fhe hath broke the lute to I did but tell her the mistook her frets, And bow'd her hand to teach her fingering, When with a most impatient devilifh fpirit, Frets call you them? quoth fhe: I'll fume with them. And with that word fhe ftruck me on the head, And through the inftrument my pate made way, And there I ftood amazed for a while, As on a pillory, looking through the lute : While fhe did call me rafcal, fidler, And twangling Jack, with twenty fuch vile terms, Pet. Now, by the world, it is a lufty wench; Bap. Well, go with me, and be not fo difcomfited. 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 fhall I send my daughter Kate to you? [Exit Bap. with Grem. Horten. and Tra. And wooe her with fome fpirit when the comes. Say that she rail; why, then I'll tell her plain, She fings as fweetly as a nightingale : Say that the frowns; I'll fay the looks as clear And fay fhe uttereth piercing eloquence. When I fhall ask the banns, and when be married. 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 And bonny Kate, and fometimes Kate the curft: Remove you hence; I knew you at the first You were a moveable. Pet. Why, what's a moveable? Cath. A join'd ftool. Pet. Thou haft hit it; come, fit on me. Cath. Affes are made to bear, and fo are you. Pet. Women are made to bear, and fo are you. Cath. No fuch 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 lightCath. Too light for fuch a fwain as you to catch; And yet as heavy as my weight fhould be. fhould buz.. Pet. Should bee;· Cath. Well ta'en, and like a buzzard. Pet. Oh, flow-wing'd turtle, fhall a buzzard take thee? Cath. Ay, for a turtle, as he takes a buzzard. Pet. Come, come, you wafp, i' faith you are too angry. Cath. If I be wafpifh, beft beware my sting. Pet. My remedy is then to pluck it out. Cath. Ah, if the fool could find it where it lyes. Pet. Who knows not where a wafp doth wear In his tail.· [his fting? Cath. In his tongue. Pet. Whole tongue? Cath. Yours, if you talk of tails; and fo 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 ftrikes him. Pet. I fwear I'll cuff you, if you strike again. If you ftrike me, you are no gentleman; Pet. A herald, Kate? oh, put me in thy books. Pet. A comblefs cock, fo 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 fo four. Cath. It is my fafhion when I fee a crab. Pet. Why here's no crab, and therefore look not fo four. -Cath. There is, there is. Pet. Then fhew it me. |