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Kath. Too light for such a swain as you to catch; And yet as heavy as my weight should be.
Pet. Should be? Should buz.
thee? Kath. Ay, for a turtle; as he takes a buzzard. Pet. Come, come, you wasp ; i' faith, you are too
angry. Kath. If I be waspish, best beware my sting. Pet. My remedy is then, to pluck it out. Kath. Ay, if the fool could find it where it lies.
Pet. Who knows not where a wasp doth wear his In his tail,
(sting. ? Kath. In his tongue. Pet. Whose tongue ? Kath. Yours, if you talk of tails; and so farewell. Pet. What, with my tongue in your tail ? Nay,
come again, Good Kate; I am a gentleman. Kath. That I'll try.
[Striking him. Pet. I swear I'll cuff
you strike again.
Pet. A herald, Kate ? O, put me in thy books.
craven*. Pet. Nay, come, Kate, come; you must not look
SO sour, Kath. It is my fashion, when I see a crab. Pet. Why here's no crab; and therefore look not Kath. There is, there is. Pet. Then shew it me. Kath. Had I a glass, I would. Pet. What, you mean my face? Kath. Well aim'd oft such a young one. Pet. Now, by Saint George, I am too young for
you. Kath. Yet you are wither'd. Pet. 'Tis with cares. Kath. I care not. Pet. Nay, hear you, Kate : in sooth, you scape
* A degenerate cock.
Kath. I 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 sullen, And now I find report a very liar. For thou art pleasant, gamesome, passing courteous; But slow in speech, yet sweet as spring-time
Pet. Did 'ever Dian so become a grove,
Kath. Where did you study all this goodly speech?
Re-enter BAPTISTA, Gremio, and TRANIO.
Pet. How but well, Sir? How but well?
Bap. Why, low now daughter Katharine ? In
your dumps ? Kath. Call you me daughter? Now, I promise
Pet. Father, 'tis thus,-yourself and all the world,
Kath. I'll see thee hang'd on Sunday first.
hang'd first. Tra. Is this your speeding ?. Nay then, good night
our part! Pet. Be patient, gentlemen; I choose her for
myself; If she and I be pleased, what's that to you? Tis bargain'd 'twixt us twain, being alone, That she shall still be curst in company. I tell you, 'tis incredible to believe How much she loves me: 0, the kindest Kate ! She hung about my neck; and kiss on kiss She vied * so fast, protesting oath on oath, That in a twink she won me to her love. 0, you are novices ! 'Tis a world to see t. How tame when men and women are alone, A meacock wretch can make the curstest shrew. Give me thy hand, Kate: I will unto Venice, To buy apparel 'gainst the wedding-day :Provide the feast, father, and bid the guests; I will be sure, my Katharine shall be fine. Bap. I know not what to say : but give me your
hands; God send you joy, Petruchio! 'Tis a match.
Gre. Tra. Ainen, say we : we will be witnesses.
Pet. Father, and wife, and gentlemen, adieu ; I will to Venice, Sunday comes apace :
• To vie and revie were terms at cards, now superseded by the word bays.
| It is well worth seeing. A dastardly creature.
We will have rings, and things, and fine array; And kiss me, Kate, we will be married o' Sunday.
(Exeunt Petruchio and Kathurine severally. Gre. Was ever match clapp'd up so suddenly ! Bap. Faith, gentlemen, now I play a merchant's
part, And venture madly on a desperate mart.
Tra. 'l'was a commodity lay fretting by you: "Twill bring you gain, or perish on the seas.
Bap. The gain I seek isa quiet in the match.
Gre. No doubt, but he hath got a quiet catch. But now, Baptista, to your younger daughter :Now is the day we long have looked for ; I am your neighbours, and was suitor first.
Tra. And I am one, that love Bianca more Than words can witness, or your thoughts can
guess. Gre. Youngling! Thou canst not love so dear as I. Ira. Grey-beard ! Thy love doth freeze. Gre. But thine doth fry. Skipper, stand back ; 'tis age, that nourisheth.
Tra. But youth, in ladies' eyes that flourisheth. Bap. Content you, gentlemen: I'll compound this
strife : 'Tis deeds must win the prize ; and he, of both, That can assure my daughter greatest dower, Shall have Bianca's love. Say, signior Gremio, what can you assure her? Gre. First, as you know, my house within the
city Is richly furnished with plate and gold ; Basons, and ewers, to lave her dainty hands; My hangings all of Tyrian tapestry : In ivory coffers I have stuff'd my crowns; In cypress chests my arras, counterpoints, Costly apparel, tents, and canopies, Fine linen, Turkey cushions boss'd with pearl, Valence of Venice gold in needle-work, Pewter and brass, and all things that belong To house or housekeeping: then at my farm, I have a hundred milch-kine to the pail, Six score fat oxen standing in my stalls, And all things answerable to this portion. Myself am struck in years, I must confess; And, if I die to-morrow, this is hers, If, whilst I live, she will be only mine. Tra. That, only, came well in-Sir, list to me,
I am my father's heir, and only son :
Gre. Two thousand ducats by the year, of land !
Tra. Gremio, 'tis known, my father hath no less Than three great argosies; besides two galliasses t, And twelve tight gallies : these I will assure her, And twice as much, whate'er thou offer'st 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 inine, 'i'ra. Why, then the maid is mine from all the
world, By your firm promise ; Gremio is out-vied.
Bap. I must contess, your offer is the best ; And, let your father make her the assurance, She is your own; else, you must pardon me : 1 If you should die before him, where's her dower? I'ra. 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 resolved :-On Sunday next, you know, My daughter Katharine is to be married : Now, on the Sunday following, shall Bianca Be 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, Set foot under thy table : tut! A toy ; An old Italian fox is not so kind, my boy. [Exit
Tra. A vengeance on your crafty wither'd hide! Yet I have faced it with a card of ten I, Tis in my head to do my master good :* Merchant-ship. A vessel of burthen, worked both with sails and
# The highest card, VOL. II.