And then let Kate be chaft, and Dian fportful! --- Cath. Yes; keep you warm. Pet. Why, foI mean, fweet Catharine, in thy bed: And therefore setting all this chat afide, Thus in plain terms: your father hath confented, SCENE V. 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; yourself and all the World, That talk'd of her, have talk'd amifs of her; If she be curft, it is for policy; For fhe's not froward, but modeft as the dove: She She is not hot, but temperate as the morn; And, to conclude, we've greed fo well together, 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 myself; I tell you, 'tis incredible to believe How much he loves me; oh, the kindeft Kate!- hands; Bap. I know not what to fay, but give your We will have rings and things, and fine array; kifs on kils She vy'd so fast,] I know not that the word vie has any Conftruction that will fuit this place; we may eafily read, Kifs on kif SCENE Gre. Was ever match clapt up fo fuddenly? Tra. 'Twas a commodity lay fretting by you; Tra. And I am one, that love Bianca more Gre. But thine doth fry. I Skipper, ftand back; 'tis age that nourisheth. Tra. But youth, in ladies' eyes that flourisheth. Bap. Content you, Gentlemen, I will compound this ftrife; 'Tis deeds must win the prize; and he, of both, That can affure my daughter greatest dower, Shall have Bianca's love. Say, Signior Gremio, what can you affure her? Gre. First, as you know, my house within the city Is richly furnished with plate and gold, Bafons and ewers to lave her dainty hands: Old Gremio's notions are [wood, But for a moment burns- It glows, and with a fullen [beat, Like fire in logs, it burns, and [warms us longi And though the flame be not [fo great Yet is the heat as firong. In In ivory coffers I have stuft my crowns; Fine linen, Turkey cushions bofs'd with pearl ; -Sir, lift to me; Tra. That only came well in- Befides two thousand ducats by the year Gre. Two thousand ducats by the year of land! My land amounts not to fo much in all: That she fhall have, and] Tho' all the copies concur in this reading, furely, if we examine the reasoning, fomething will be found wrong. Gremio is ftartled at the high fettlement Tranio propofes; fays, his whole eftate in land can't match it, yet he'll fettle fo much a year upon her, &c. This is playing at crofs purposes. The change of the negative in the fecond line falves the abfurdity, and fets the paífage right. Gremio and Tranie are vyeing in their offers to carry Bianca: The latter boldly propofes to fettle land to the amount of two thousand ducats per annum. My whole eftate, fays the other, in land, amounts but to that value; yet the fhall have that I'll endow her with the whole; and confign a rich vessel to her ufe, over and above. Thus all is intelligible, and he goes on to outbid his rival. WARBURT. That That now is lying in Marseilles's road. Tra. Gremio, 'tis known, my father hath no lefs Tra. Why, then the maid is mine from all the world, By your firm promife; Gremio is out-vied. Bap. I must confefs, your offer is the best ; My daughter Catharine is to be married: both. [Exit. And fo I take my leave, and thank you both. Gre. Adieu, good neighbour.-Now I fear thee not: Set foot under thy table: tut! a toy! [Exit. Tra. A vengeance on your crafty wither'd hide! Yet I have fac'd it with a card of ten: 3 3 Yet I have fac'd it with a card of ten :) That is, with the highest card, in the old fimple games of our ancestors. So that this became a proverbial expreffion. So Skelton, 'Tis And fo outface him with a card of ten. And Ben Johnson in his Sad Shepherd, -a Hart of ten I trow be be, Fyrfte pycke a quarrel, and fall i. e. an extraordinary good one. out with him then, WARBURTON. If |