Pet. Why, what's a moveable ?

Cath. A join'd stool.

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Pet. Thou hast 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.
Catb. 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 such a swain as you to catch;

And yet as heavy as my weight should be.
Pet. Should bee; should buz.ض
Cath. Well ta'en, and like a buzzard.
Pet. Oh, flow-wing'd turtle, shall a buzzard take

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thee?

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

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

In his tail.

sting?.

Cath. In his tongue.

Pet. Whose tongue?

Cath. Yours, if you talk of tails; and so farewel. Pet. What with my tongue in your tail? nay, come

again,

Good Kate, I am a gentleman.

Cath. That I'll try.

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[She strikes him.

Pet. I swear, I'll cuff you, if you strike again.

Cath. So may you lose your arms;

If you strike 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

* Ay, for a turtle, as be takes
a buzzard.) Perhaps we
may read better,

Ay, for a turtle, and be takes a

buzzard..

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That is, he may take me for a turile, and he shall find me a hawk.

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Pet.

Pet. A combless cock, so 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, shew it me.

Cath. Had I a glass, I would.

Pet. What, you mean my face?

Cath. Well aim'd of such 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 sullen,
And now I find Report a very liar;

For thou art pleasant, gamesom, passing courteous,
But flow in speech, yet sweet as spring-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'st thy wooers,
With gentle conf'rence, soft and affable.
Why doth the world report, that Kate doth limp?
Oh landerous world! Kate, like the hazel-twig,
Is strait and nender; and as brown in hue
As hazel-nuts, and sweeter than the kernels.
O, let me fee thee walk; thou dost not halt.
Cath. Go, fool, and whom thou keep'st command.

Pet. Did ever Dian so become a grove,

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

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And then let Kate be chast, and Dian sportful!

Cath. Where did you study all this goodly speech?
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 so I mean, sweet Catharine, in thy bed :

And therefore setting all this chat aside,
Thus in plain terms: your father hath consented, 12
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 husband for your turn,
For by this light, whereby I see thy beauty,
(Thy beauty, that doth make me like thee well;)
Thou must be married to no man but me.
For I am he, am born to tame you, Kates
And bring you from a wild cat to a Kate,
Conformable as other houshold Katest
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 impossible, I should speed arniss.

Bap. Why, how now daughter Catharine, in your

dumps?

Cath. Call you me daughter? now, I promise you, You've shew'd a tender fatherly regard, To wish me wed to one half lunatick; 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, That talk'd of her, have talk'd amiss of her; If she be curst, it is for policy;

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

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She is not hot, but temperate as the morn;
For patience, she will prove a second Griffel;
And Roman Lucrece for her chastity.
And, to conclude, we've 'greed so well together,
That upon Sunday is the wedding-day.

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Cath. I'll fee thee hang'd on Sunday first.
Gre. Hark: Petruchio! she says, she'll fee thee

hang'd first.

Tra. Is this your speeding? nay, then, good night,

our part!

Pet. Be patient, Sirs, I chuse her for myself; If the 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 How much she loves me, oh, the kindest Kate!She hung about my neck, and kiss on kiss She vy'd so faft, protesting oath on oath, That in a twink she won me to her love. Oh, you are novices; 'tis a world to fee, 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 feaft, and bid the guests; I will be fure, 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 feverally.

SCENE. VI.

Gre. Was ever match clapt up so suddenly?
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 perifh on the feas.
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 look'd for:
I am your neighbour, and was suitor first,

Tra. And I am one, that love Bianca more!"

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.

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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 affure my daughter greatest dower,

Shall have Bianca's love.

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Say, Signior Gremio, what can you assure her?

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;

Old Gremio's notions are

confirmed by Shadwell.

The fire of love in youthful blood,
Like what is kindled in brush-
[awood,

But for a moment burns -
But when crept into aged veins,
It flowly burns, and long remains,

It glows, and with a fullen

[beat, Like fire in logs, it burns, and [warms us long; And though the flame be not [Jo great,

Yet is the beat as strong.