Whereof I know fhe is not ignorant. Accept of him, or elfe you do me wrong, Bap. You're welcome, Sir, and he for your good fake. Bap. Miftake 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 àre poor petitioners fpeak too. Baccalare! marvellous forward. -you are 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 studying at Reims, [Prefenting Luc.], as cunning in Greek, Latin, and other languages, as the other in mufic and mathematics; his name is Cambio; pray accept his fervice. Bap. A thousand thanks, Signior Gremio: welcome, good Cambio. But, gentle Sir, methinks you walk like a ftranger, [To Tranio.]; may I be fo bold to know the caufe of your coming? Tra. Pardon me, Sir, the boldness is mine own, That, being a ftranger in this city here, Do make myself a fuitor to your daughter, Unto Bianca, fair and virtuous : Nor is your firm refolve unknown to me, That, upon knowledge of my parentage, I may have welcome 'mongst the rest that woo, And, toward the education of your daughters, I here beftow a simple inftrument, [They greet privately. Bap. Lucentio is your name? of whence I pray? Tra. Of Pifa, Sir, fon to Vincentio. Bap. A mighty man of Pifa; by report [To Hortenfio and Lucentio, You fhall go fee your pupils presently. Holla, within! Enter a fervant. Sirrah, lead these gentlemen To my two daughters; and then tell them both, We will go walk a little in the orchard, And then to dinner. You are paffing welcome; Pet. Signior Baptifta, my business afketh hafte, Pet. And, for that dowry, I'll affure her of Bap. Ay, when the special thing is well obtain'd, 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, They do confume the thing that feeds their fury : Though little fire grows great with little wind, Yet extreme gufts will blow out fire and all: For I am rough, and woo not like a babe. Bap. Well may'ft thou woo, and happy be thy speed! But be thou arm'd for fome unhappy words. Pet. Ay, to the proof, as mountains are for winds ; That shake not, though they blow perpetually. SCENE III. Enter Hortenfio with his head broke. Bap. How now, my friend? why doft thou look so pale? Hor. For fear, I promife you, if I look pale. Bap. What! will my daughter prove a good mufiHor. I think fhe'll fooner prove a foldier; Iron may hold with her, but never lutes. [cian? Bap. Why then, thou canst not break her to the lute As on a pillory, looking through the lute; 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 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 fhall I fend my daughter Kate to you? Pet. I pray you, do. I will attend her here, [Exit Bap. with Grem. Horten. and Tranio. And woo her with fome spirit when she 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 As morning-rofes newly wafh'd with dew: ; And fay, the uttereth piercing eloquence: SCENE IV. Enter Catharina. Good morrow, Kate; for that's your name, hear. Cath. Well have you heard, but fomething hard of hearing. They call me Catharine that do talk of me. Pet. You lye, in faith; for you are called plain Kate And bonny Kate, and fometimes Kate the curs'd; But Kate, the prettieft Kate in Christendom, Kate of Katehall, my fuper-dainty Kate; (For dainties are all cates), and therefore Kate; Take this of me, Kate of my confolation ! Hearing thy mildness prais'd in every town, Thy virtues fpoke of, and thy beauty founded, Yet not fo deeply as to thee belongs; Myfelf am mov'd to woo 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, 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*. Pet. Nay, hear you, Kate; in footh you 'feape not fo. Cath. chafe you if I tarry; let me go. Pet. No, not a whit; I find you passing gentle : 'Twas told me, you were rough, and coy, and fulten, And now I find report a very lyar; For thou art pleafant, gamefome, passing courteous, Pet. Oh, flow-wing'd turtle, fhall a buzzard take thee? Cath. Ah, if the fool could find it, where it dies. Pet. Who knows not where a wasp doth wear his sting ?^ In his tail. Cath. In his tongue. Pet. Whofe tongue! Cath Your's 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. Pet. I fwear, I'll cuff you, if you ftrike again. If you ftrike me, you are no gentleman; And if no gentleman, why then, no arms. Pet. A herald, Kate? oh. put me in thy books. Pet. A comblefs cock, fo Kate will be my hen. {She firikes him. Cath. No cock of mine, you crow too like a craven. Pet. Nay, come, Kate; come, you must not look fo four. Pet. Why, here's no crab, and therefore look not so four, Pet. Then fhew it me. Cat. Had I a glass, 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, &c. |