Tho' little fire grows great with little wind,"
Yet extream gufts will blow out fire and all:
So I to her, and fo fhe yields to me,

For I am rough, and wooe not like a babe.

Bap. Well may'ft thou wooe, and happy be thy fpeed!

But be thou arm'd for fome unhappy words.

Pet. Ay, to the proof, as mountains are for winds, That shake not, tho' they blow perpetually.

Enter Hortenfio with his head broke.

Bap. How now, my friend, why doft thou look fo pale?

Hor. For fear, I promise you, if I look pale.

Bap. What, will my daughter prove a good mufician?

Hor. I think, fhe'll fooner prove a soldier ; Iron may hold with her, but never lutes.

Bep. Why, then thou canst not break her to the lute?
Hor. Why, no; for fhe hath broke the lute to me.
I did but tell her fhe miftook her frets,

And bow'd her hand to teach her fingering,
When, with a moft impatient devilish spirit,
Frets call you them? quoth fhe: I'll fume with them.
And with that word fhe ftruck me on the head,
And through the inftrument my Pate made way,
And there I flood amazed for a while,

As on a pillory, looking through the lute:
While fhe did call me rafcal, fidler,

And twangling Jack, with twenty fuch vile terms,
As fhe had ftudied to mifufe me lo.

Pet. Now, by the world, it is a lufty wench

I love her ten times more than e'er I did
Oh, how I long to have fome chat with her!

;

Bep. Well, go with me, and be not fo difcomfited, Proceed in Practice with my younger daughter, She's apt to learn, and thankful for good turns;

Signior

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 wooe her with fome fpirit when he comes.
Say, that the 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 roses newly wafh'd with dew;
Say, fhe be mute, and will not fpeak a word;
Then I'll commend her volubility;

And fay, the uttereth piercing eloquence:
If the do bid me pack, I'll give her thanks,
As tho' fhe bid me ftay by her a week;
If the deny to wed, I'll crave the day

When I fhall ask the banns, and when be married?
But here she comes, and now, Petruchio, fpeak.

Good morrow, Kate; for that's your name, I 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 call'd plain Kate. And bonny Kate, and fometimes Kate the curft; But Kate, the prettiéft Kate in christendom, Kate of Kate-ball, 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 spoke of, and thy beauty founded, Yet not fo deeply as to thee belongs: Myfelf am mov'd to wooe 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, I will not burden 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. fhould buz..

Pet. Should bee;

Cath. Well ta'en, and like a buzzard.

Pet. Oh, flow-wing'd turtle, fhall a buzzard take thee?

Cath. Ay, for a turtle, as he takes a buzzard.*
Pet. Come, come, you wafp, i'faith, you are too angry.
Cath. If I be wafpish, belt beware my sting.
Pet. My Remedy is then to pluck it out.

Cath. Ah, if the fool could find it, where it lies.
Pet. Who knows not, where a wasp doth wear his
fting?

In his tail

Cath. In his tongue.

Pet. Whofe tongue?

Cath. Yours, 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

Cath. So may you lose your arms;

[She ftrikes him. 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.
Cath. What is your crelt, a coxcomb ?

Pet. A comblefs cock, fo Kate will be my hen.
Cath. No cock of mine, you crow too like a craven.
Pet. Nay, come, Kate; come, you must not look
fo fower.

Cath. It is my fashion when I see a crab.

Pet. Why, here's no crab, and therefore look not fo fower.

Cath. There is, there is.

Pet. Then, fhew it me.

Cath. Had 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, hear you, Kate; in footh, you 'scape not fo.

Cath. I chafe you if I tarry; let me go.

Pet. No, not a whit; I find you paffing gentle: 'Twas told me, you were rough, and coy and fullen, And now I find Report a very liar;

For thou art pleasant, gamefom, paffing courteous,
But flow in fpeech, yet fweet as fpring-time flowers.
Thou canst not frown, thou canst not look afcance,
Nor bite the lip, as angry wenches will,

Nor haft thou pleasure to be cross in talk:
But thou with mildness entertain'ft thy wooers,
With gentle conf'rence, foft and affable.

Why doth the world report, that Kate doth limp?
Oh flanderous world! Kate, like the hazel-twig,
Is ftrait and flender; and as brown in hue
As hazel-nuts, and sweeter than the kernels.
O, let me fee thee walk; thou doft not halt.
Cath. Go, fool, and whom thou keep'ft command.
Pet. Did ever Dian fo become a grove,

As Kate this chamber with her princely gaite?
O, be thou Dian, and let her be Kate,

And

And then let Kate be chaft, and Dian fportful! -
Cath. Where did you ftudy all this goodly fpeech?
Pet. It is extempore, from my mother-wit.

Cath. A witty mother, witless else her fon.
Pet. Am I not wife?

Cath. Yes; keep you warm.

Pet Why fo I mean, fweet Catharine, in thy bed: And therefore fetting all this chat afide,

Thus in plain terms: your father hath confented,
That you shall be my wife; your dow'ry 'greed on;
And, will you, nill you, I will marry you.
Now, Kate, I am a bufband for your turn,
For by this light, whereby I fee thy beauty,
(Thy beauty, that doth make like thee well;)
Thou must be married to no man but me.
For I am he, am born to tame you, Kate;
And bring you from a wild cat to a Kate,
Conformable as other houfhold Kates;
Here comes your father, never make denial,
I must and will have Catharine to my Wife.

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 speed arifs.

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 fwearing 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 he be curft, it is for policy;

For fhe's not froward, but modeft as the dove: