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We will go walk a little in the orchard,
Pet. Signior Baptista, my business asketh haste,
Bap. After my death, the one half of my lands; And, in possession, twenty thousand crowns.
Pet. And, for that dowry, I'll assure her of
Bap. Ay, when the special thing is well obtained. This is her love; for that is all in all.
Pet. Why, that is nothing ; for I tell you, father, I am as peremptory as she proud-minded; 131 And where two raging fires meet together, They do consume the thing that feeds their fury: Though little fire grows great with little wind, Yet extreme gusts will blow out fire and all : So I to her, and so she yields to me ; For I am rough, and woo not like a babe. Bap. Well may'st thou woo, and happy be thy
speed ! But be thou arm'd for some unhappy words.
Pet. Ay, to the proof; as mountains are for winds, That shake not though they blow perpetually. 141
Re-enter Hortensio, with his Head broke.
Bap. How now, my friend? why dost thou look
so pale ? Hor. For fear, I promise you, if I look pale. Bap. What, will my daughter prove a good mu
sician? Hor. I think, she'll sooner prove a soldier ; Iron may hold with her, but never lutes. Bap. Why, then thou canst not break her to the
lute? Hor. Why, no; for she hath broke the lute to me. I did but tell her, she mistook her frets, And bow'd her hand to teach her fingering ; 150 When, with a most impatient devilish spirit, Frets, call
you these quoth she : I'll fume with them: And, with that word, she struck me on the head, And through the instrument my pate made way ; And there I stood amazed for a while, As on a pillory, looking through the lute; While she did call me-rascal fidler, And-twangling Jack; with twenty such vile terms, As she had studied to misuse me so.
Pet. Now, by the world, it is a lusty wench; 160 I love her ten times more than e'er I did : Oh, how I long to have some chat with her!
Bap. Well, go with me, and be not so discomfited ; Proceed in practice with my younger daughter;
She's apt to learn, and thankful for good turns.-
[Exit BAP. with GRE. Hor. and Tra.
Good-morrow, Kate ; for that's your name, I hear. Kath. Well have you heard, but something hard of
hearing; They call me-Katharine, that do talk of me. Pet. You lie, in faith ; for you are callid plain
Take this of me, Kate of my consolation ; 190
Kathi Moy'd ! in good time : let him that mov'd
Remove you hence: I knew you at the first,
Pet. Why, what's a moveable ?
Pet. Alas, good Kate! I will not burden thee: For, knowing thee to be but young and light
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.
Pet. Who knows not where a wasp doth wear his
sting? In his tail.
Kath. In his tongue.
[She strikes him. Pet. I swear, I'll cuff you,
Pet. A herald, Kate? oh, put me in thy books.
232 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.