And twangling Jack, with twenty fuch vile terms, Pet. Now, by the world, it is a lufty wench; Oh, how I long to have fome chat with her! Bap. Well, go with me, and be not fo difcomfited, Or fhall I send my daughter Kate to you ? [Exit. Bap. with Grem. Horten. and Tranie. Say, that the frowns; I'll fay, he looks as clear And fay, fhe uttereth piercing eloquence: Good morrow, Kate; for that's your name, I hear. Cath. Well have you heard, but fomething 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: Yet Yet not fo deeply as to thee belongs: My felf 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-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 burthen 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 fting. Cath. Ah, if the fool could find it, where it lies. Pet. Who knows not, where a wasp doth wear his fting? In his tail. Cath. In his tongue. Pet. Whofe tongue? Cath. Yours, if you talk of tails; and fo farewel. Pet. What with my tongue in your tail? nay, come again, Good Kate, I am a gentleman. Cath. That I'll try. [She frikes him. Pet. I fwear, I'll cuff you, if you ftrike again. Cath. So may you lose your arms. If you ftrike me, you are no gentleman ; Pet Pet. A herald, Kate? oh, put me in thy books. Pet. A comblefs cock, fo Kate will be my hen. Cath. It is my fashion when I fee a crab. Pet. Why, here's no crab, and therefore look not fo fower. Cath. There is, there is. Pet. Then, fhew it me. Cath. Had I a glafs, I would. Pet. What, you mean my face? Cath. Well aim'd of fuch a young one. Pet. Now, by St. George, I am too young for you. Cath. Yet you are wither'd. Pet. 'Tis with Cares. Cath. I care not. Pet. Nay, hear you, Kate; in footh, you 'fcape not fo. Cath. I chafe you if I tarry; let me go. Pet. No, not a whit; I find you paffing gentle : 'Twas told me, you were rough, and coy, and fullen, And now I find Report a very liar; For thou art pleasant, gamefom, paffing courteous, Why doth the world report, that Kate doth limp Cath. 1 Cath. Where did you study all this goodly speech? Cath. Yes ;keep you warm. Pet. Why, fo I mean, fweet Catharine, in thy bed Thus in plain terms: your father hath confented, Now, Kate, I am a husband for your turn, Enter Baptifta, Gremio, and Tranio. Bap. Now, Signior Petruchio, how speed you with my daughter? Pet. How but well, Sir? how but well? It were impoffible, I fhould fpeed amifs. Bap. Why, how now, daughter Catharine, in your dumps? Cath. Call you me daughter? now, I promise you, You've fhew'd a tender fatherly regard, To with me wed to one half lunatick'; A madcap ruffian, and a swearing Jack, That thinks with oaths to face the matter out. Pet. Father, 'tis thus; your felf and all the World, For fhe's not froward, but modeft as the dove : And, to conclude, we've 'greed fo well together, That That upon Sunday is the wedding-day. Cath. I'll fee thee hang'd on Sunday first. Gre. Hark: Petruchio ! fhe fays, fhe'll fee thee hang'd first. Tra. Is this your speeding? nay, then, good night, our part! Pet. Be patient, Sirs, I chufe her for my self; How much she loves me; oh, the kindest Kate! hands Bap. I know not what to fay, but give your We will have rings and things, and fine array; ; [Ex. Petruchio, and Catharine feverally.. Tra. 'Twas a commodity lay fretting by you; Tra. |