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Kath. Yet you are wither'd,
Pet. 'Tis with cares. .
Kath. I care not.
Pet. Nay, hear you, Kate: in sooth, you 'scape

not so.
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 flowers : Thou canst not frown, thou canst not look askance, Nor bite the lip, as angry wenches will;

25% Nor hast thou pleasure to be cross in talk; But thou with mildness entertain'st thy wooers, With gentle conference, soft, and affable. Why doth the world report, that Kate doth limp? Oh slanderous world! Kate, like the hazle-twig, Is straight, and stender; and as brown in hue As hazle nuts, and sweeter than the kernels. O, let me see thee walk: thou dost not halt.

260 Kath. Go, fool, and whom thou keep’st command.

Pet. Did ever Dian so become a grove,
As Kate this chamber with her princely gait?
0, be thou Dian, and let her be Kate ;
And then let Kate be chaste, and Dian sportful!

Kath. Where did you study all this goodly speech ?
Pet. It is extempore, from my mother-wit.
Kath. A witty mother! witless else her son.
Pet. Am I not wise ?

Katis. .

Kath. Yes ; keep you warm.

270 Pet. Marry, so I mean, sweet Katharine, in thy

bed : And therefore, setting all this chat aside, Thus in plain terms :-Your father hath consented That you

shall be my wife ; your dowry 'greed on; And, will you, nill you, I will marry you. Now, Kate, I am a husband for your turn; For, by this light, whereby I see thy beauty (Thy beauty, that doth make me like theç well), Thou must be married to no man but me : For I am he am born to tame you, Kate;

286 And bring you from a wild Kate to a Kate Conformable, as other household Kates. Here comes your father ; never make denial, I must and will have Katharine to my wife.

Re-enter BAPTISTA, GREMIO, and TRANIO. Bap. Now, signior Petruchio ; how speed you with

my daughter ? Pet. How but well, sir? how but well ? It were impossible, I should speed amiss. Bap. Why, how now, daughter Katharinei in

your dumps ? Kath. Call you me, daughter? now, I promise you, You have shew'd a tender fatherly regard, 299 To wish me wed to one half lunatick; A mad-cap ruffian, and a swearing Jack, That thinks with oaths to face the matter out. Pet. Father 'tis thus-yourself and all the world,

That

That talk'd of her, have talk'd amiss of her;
If she be curst, it is for policy :
For she's not froward, but modest as the dove;
She is not hot, but temperate as the morn;
For patience she will prove a second Grissel ;
And Roman Lucrece for her chastity:

300 And to conclude-we have 'greed so well together, That upon Sunday is the wedding-day.

Kath. I'll see thee hang'd on Sunday first.
Gre. Hark, Petruchio! she says, she'll see thee

hang'd first.
Tra. Is this your speeding? nay, then, good night

our part 1 Pet. Be patient, gentlemen; I chuse her for myself; If she and I be pleas’d, 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

310 How much she loves me: Oh, the kindest Kate! She hung about my neck; and kiss on kiss She vy’d so fast, protesting oath to oath, That in a twink she won me to her love. Oh, you are novices ! 'tis a world to see, 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 ; 820 I will be sure, my Katharine shall be fine. Bap. I know not what to say : but give me your hands; F

God

God send you joy, Petruchio! 'tis a match.

Gre. Tra. Amen, say we; we will be witnesses.

Pet. Father, and wife, and gentlemen, adieu ;
I will to Venice, Sunday comes apace:
We will have rings, and things, and fine array ;
And kiss me, Kate, we will be married o'Sunday.

[Exit Petruchio, and KATHARINE severally. Gre. Was ever match clap'd up so suddenly? Bap. Faith, gentlemen, now I play a merchant's part.

330 And venture madly on a desperate mart.

Tra. 'Twas a commodity lay fretting by you ; 'Twill bring you gain, or perish on the seas.

Bap. The gain I seek is-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 bave looked for;
Į am your neighbour, and was suitor first.
Tra. And I am one, that love Bianca more

339 Than words can witness, or your thoughts can guess.

Gre. Youngling! thou canst not love so dear as I.
Tra. 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 will 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,

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Say, Signior Gremio, what can you assure her ? 350
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, Turky cushions boss'd with pearl,
Valance of Venice gold in needle-work,
Pewter and brass, and all things that belong
To house, or house-keeping; 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 her's,
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 :
If I may have your daughter to my wife,
I'll leave her houses three or four as good,
Within rich Pisa walls, as any one
Old signior Gremio has in Padua ;
Besides two thousand ducats by the year
Of fruitful land, all which shall be her jointure.
What, have I pinch'd you, signior Gremio ?

Gré. Two thousand ducats by the year of land ! My land amounts not to so much in all :

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