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Cath. Had I a glass, I would.
you. Cath. Yet you are wither'd. Pet. 'Tis with cares. Cath. I care not. Pet. Nay, hear you, Kate ; in sooth, you 'scape Cath. I chafe you if I tarry ; let me go.
Pet. No, not å whit; I firid you palling gentle : 'Twas told me you were rough, and coy, and
fullen, And now I find Report a very liar; For thou art pleasant, gamesome, passing courteous, But Now in speech, yet sweet as ipring-time flowers. Thou canst not frown, thou canst not look aicance, Nor bite the lip, as angry wenches will; Nor hast thou pleasure to be cross in talk : But thou with mildnets entertain'st thy wooers With gentle conf'rence, foft and aifable. Why doth the world report that Kate doth limp? Oh iland'rous world! Kate, like the hazel-twig, Is strait and sender; and as brown in hue As hazel-huts, and tweeter than the kernels. o, let me see thee walk; thou dost not halt.
Cath. Go, fool, and whom thou keep'ít comunand.
Pet. Did ever Dian so become a grove,
Cath. Wliere did you itudy all this goodly speech?
I will marry you.
Now, Kate, I am a husband for your turn;
S CE N E V. 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 impollible I should speed amiss. 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 willi me wed to one half lunatic; 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,
Cath. 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, Sirs, I chuse her for myself; If he and I be pleas'd, what's that to you? 'Tis bargain'd 'tu ixt us twain, beiny alone, That the shall still be curst in company.
I tell you,
'tis incredible to believe How much she loves me; oh, the kindest Kate! She hung about my neck, and kiss on kiss She vy'd fo fast, protetting oath on 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. Father, provide the feast, and bid the guests; I will be sure my Catharine shall be fine.
Bap. I know not what to say, but give your hands; 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.
[Ex. Petruchio and Catharine severally:
SC E N E VI.
Bap. Faith, gentlemen, I play a merchant's part, 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 have looked for : I am your neighbour, and was suitor first.
Tra. And I am one that love Bianca more Than words can witnefs, or your thoughts can guess.
Gre. Youngling! thou canst not love so dear as I.
Gre. But thine doth fry.
Tra. But youth, in ladies' eyes; that flourisheth.
this trife : Tis deeds must win the prize; and he, of both,
That can assure my daughter greatest dower,
Gre. First, as you know, my house within the city
Tra. That only came well in-Sir, list to me: I ain 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 i Besides two thousand ducats by the year Of fruitful land; all which shall be her jointure. What, have I pinch'd you, Signior Gremio?
Gre. Two thousand ducats by the year of land! My land amounts but to so much in all: That the shall have, besides an Argofie That now is lying in Marseilles's roail. What, have I choakt you with an Argosie?
Tra. Gremio, 'tis known my father hath no less Than three great Argosies, besides two galliaties, And twelve tight gallies; these I will allure her, And twice as much, whate'er thou offer'lt next.
Gre. Nay, I have offer'd all; I have no more; And The can have no more than all I have: If you like me, she fliall have me and mine.
Tra. Why, then the maid is mine from all the
world, By your firm promise; Gremio is out-vied.
Bap. I must confess your offer is the best; And let your father make her the assurance, She is your own, elle vou must pardon me : If you shall die before him, where's her dower? Tra. That's but a cavil; he is old, I young. Gre. And may not young men die as well as old ?
Bap. Well, gentlemen, then I am thus resolv'd: On Sunday next, you know, My daughter Catharine is to be married : Now on the Sunday following Mall 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 waining 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 fac'd it with a card of ten : 'Tis in my head to do my master good. I see no reason, but fuppos'd Lucentio May get a father, call'd, suppos’d Vincentio; And that's a wonder : fathers commonly Do get their children; but, in this case of wooing, A child shall get a fire, if I fail not of my cunning.
[Exit. - [The Presenters, above, speak here. Sly. Sini, when will the fool come again : Siin. Anon, niy Lord.
Sly. Give's some more drink here -where's the tap/ter ? here, Sim, eat some of these things, Sim. So I do, my Lord, Sly. Here, Sim, I drink to thee.