I here bestow a fimple inftrunent, [They greet privately. Bap. Lucentio is your name; of whence I pray? Tra. Of Pifa, Sir, fon to Vincentio. Bap. A mighty man of Pifa; by report [To Hortenfio and Lucentio. You fhall go fee your pupils prefently, Holla, within! Enter a Servant, Sirrah, lead these gentlemen To my two daughters; and then tell them both, [Exit Serv. with Hortenfio and Lucentio. We will go walk a little in the orchard, And then to dinner. You are patling welcone;* Pet. Signior Baptifta, my bufinefs atketh hafte, Bap. After my death the one half of my lands; Pet. And, for that dowry, I'll affure her of Bap. Ay, when the fpecial thing is well obtain'd, That is, her love; for that is all in all. Pet. Why, that is nothing: for I tell you, father," I am as peremptory as the proud-minded. Dd 2 Yet Yet extreme gufts will blow out fire and all: For I am rough, and woo not like a babe. Bap. Well may't thou woo, 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 thake not, though they blow perpetually. SCENE III. Enter Hortenfio with his head broke. Bap. How now, my friend? why dost thou look fo pale? Hor. For fear, I promife you, if I look pale. Bap. What will my daughter prove a good musiHor. I think the Il fooner prove a foldier r; [cian? Bap. 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, Iron may hold with her, but never lutes. And bow'd her hand to teach her fingering, Frets call you them: quoth fhe; I'll fume with them: As on a pillory, looking through the lute; And twangling Jack, with twenty fuch vile terms, Pet. Now, by the world, it is a lufty wench; I love her ten times more than e'er I did; Bap. Well, go with me, and be not fo difcomfited; [Exit Fap. with Grem. Horten. and Tranio. And woo her with fome fpirit when fhe comes. Sav 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 As morning rofes newly wafh'd with dew: And fay, the uttereth piercing eloquence: When I fhall ak the banes, and when be married. SCENE IV. Enter Catharina. 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 called plain Kate. And bonny Kate, and fometimes Kate the curs'd; But Kate, the prettiest Kate in Christendom, Kate of Katehall, my fuper-dainty Kate; (For dainties are all cates), and therefore Kate; . Take this of me, Kate of my confolation! Hearing thy mildnefs prais'd in every town, Thy virtues fpoke of, and thy beauty founded, Yet not fo deeply as to thee belongs: Myself am mov'd to woo thee for my wife. Cath. Mov'd in good time; let him that mov 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 stool. Pet. Thou hait hit it come, fit on me. Cath. Affes are made to bear, and io are you. Pet. Women are mile to bear, and so are you. Cath. No fuch jade, Sir, as you; if me you mean.. Pet Alas, good Kate, I will not burthen 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 ihould be *. weight hould be. Pet. Pet. Nay, hear you, Kate; in footh you 'scape not so. 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 lyar; For thou art pleafant, gamefome, paffing courteous, Pet. Oh, flow wing'd turtle, fhall a buzzard take thee? Pet. Come, come, you wafp, i' faith you are too angry. Pet. My remedy is then to pluck it out. Cath. Ah, it the tool could find it, where it lies. In his tail Cath. In nis tongue. Pet. Wh fe tongue? Cath. Your's, 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 ftrike again. If you tike me, ou a e no gent man; And no gentleman, why then, ho arms. Per Aeral Kite? oh, put me in thy books. Pet. A combicfs cock, fo Kare will be my hen. Cath No cock of mine, you crow too like a craven. [She frikes bim Pet. Nay, come, Kate; com, you must not look fo four. Pet Why, here's no crab, and therefore look not so four. Carb. There is, there is. Pet. Then fhew it me. Cath. Had I glais, I would. Per. What, y u mean my face? Carb. Well am'd of fuch a young one. Pet. N w, y St. George, I am too young for you. Cath. Yet you are wither'd, Pet. Tis with cares. Cath I care not. Pa. Nay, &c. Why Why doth the world report, that Kate doth limp? As Kate this chamber with her princely gait? And then let Kate be chaste, and Dian sportful! Cath. A witty mother, witlefs elfe her fon. Cath. Yes, keep you warm. Pet. Why, fo I mean, fweet Catharine, in thy bed: And therefore fetting all this chat afide, nill you, you, Thus in plain terms: Your father hath consented, 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 fpeed amiis. 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 lunatic; That thinks with oaths to face the matter out. Pet |