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Pet. Why, what's a moveable?
Cath. A join'd stool.
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 so 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 light/ Cath. Too light for fuch a fwain as you to catch; And yet as heavy as my weight should be. should buz.
Pet. Should bee;
Cath. Well ta'en, and like a buzzard.
Pet. Oh, low-wing'd turtle, fhall a buzzard take thee?
Cath. Ay, for a turtle, as he takes a buzzard.*
Cath. Ah, if the fool could find it, where it lies. Pet. Who knows not, where a wafp doth wear his fting?
In his tail.
Catb. 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
Good Kate, I am a gentleman.
Cath. That I'll try..
[She strikes him.
Pet. I fwear, I'll cuff you, if you ftrike again.
Cath. So may you lofe
you strike me, you are no gentleman;
And if no gentleman, why then, no arms.
Ay, for a turtle, as be takes a buzzard.] Perhaps we
may read better,
Ay, for a turtle, and be takes a
That is, he may take me for a turtle, and he hall find me hawk.
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 lower.
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. '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,
Nor haft thou pleasure to be cross in talk:
Why doth the world report, that Kate doth limp?
Cath. Go, fool, and whom thou keep'ft command.
As Kate this chamber with her princely gaite?
And then let Kate be chaft, and Dian sportful!
Cath. A witty mother, witless else her fon.
Cath. Yes; keep you warm.
Pet. Why fo I mean, fweet Catharine, in thy bed: And therefore setting all this chat afide,
Thus in plain terms: your father hath confented,
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 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 wish me wed to one half lunatick;"
A madcap ruffian, and a fwearing Jack,
That thinks with oaths to face the matter out.
For fhe's not froward, but modest as the dove:
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! the 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;
How much she loves me; oh, the kindeft Kate!
How tame, (when men and women are alone)
Bap. I know not what to say, but give your hands; God fend you joy, Petruchio! 'tis a match.
Gre. Tra. Amen, fay we; we will be witnesses.
We will have rings and things, and fine array;
[Ex. Petruchio, and Catharine severally.
kifs on kifs
She vy'd fo faft, -] I know not that the word vie has any conftruction that will fuit this
place; we may eafily read,
Gre. Was ever match clapt up fo fuddenly?
Tra. 'Twas a commodity lay fretting by you;
Gre. But thine doth fry'.
Skipper, ftand back; 'tis age that nourisheth.
'Tis deeds muft win the prize; and he, of both,
Say, Signior Gremio, what can you affure her?
Gre. Firft, as you know, my houfe within the city
Is richly furnished with plate and gold,
Old Gremio's notions are
But for a moment burns
li glaws, and with a fullen
beat, Like fire in logs, it burns, and [warms us long; And though the flame be not Vo great,
Yet is the beat as ftrong.