Pet. You lye in faith, for you are call'd plaine Kate, Myfelfe am mou'd to woo thee for my wife. Kate. Mou'd in good time, let him that mou'd you hither, Remoue you hence: I knew you at the first You were a moueable. Pet. Why, what's a moueable? Kate. A ioyn'd stoole. Pet. Thou haft hit it: come fit on me. Kate. Affes are made to beare, and fo are you. Pet. Women are made to beare, and so are you Kate. No fuch iade as you, if me you meane. Pet. Alas good Kate, I will not burden thee, For knowing thee to be but yong and light. Kate. Too light for such a swaine as you to catch, And yet as heauie as my waight should be. Pet. Shold be, fhould: buzze. Kate. Well tane, and like a buzzard. Pet. Oh flow-wing'd turtle shall a buzzard take thee? Kate. I for a turtle as he takes a buzzard. Pet. Come, come you waspe, y'faith you are too angrie. Kate. If I be wafpish, best beware my fting. Pet. My remedy is then to plucke it out. Kate. I, if the foole could finde it where it lies. Pet. Who knowes not where a wafpe does weare his fting? In his taile. D 2 Kate. Kate. In his tongue ? Pet. Whose tongue. Kate. Yours if you talke of tailes, and fo farewell. Nay, come againe, good Kate, I am a gentleman. If you strike me, you are no gentleman, Pet. A herald Kate? oh put me in thy bookes. Pet. A combleffe cocke, fo Kate will be my hen. Pet. Why heere's no crab, and therefore looke not fowre. Pet. Then fhew it mee. Kate. Had I a glasse, I would. Pet. What, you meane my face. Kate. Well aym'd of such a yong one. Pet. Now by St. George I am too yong for you. Kate. Yet you are wither'd. Pet. 'Tis with cares. Kate. I care not. Pet. Nay heare you Kate. In footh you scape not fo. Kate. I chafe you if I tarrie. Let me go. Pet. No, not a whit, I find you paffing gentle: 'Twas told me you were rough, and coy, and fullen, For thou art pleasant, gamefome, paffing courteous, Nor Nor bite the lip, as angrie wenches will, As Kate this chamber with her princely gate : Oh be thou Dian, and let her be Kate, And then let Kate be chaft, and Dian Sportfull. Kate. Where did you studie all this goodly speech? Kate. A wittie mother, witleffe else her fonne. Kate. Yes, keepe you warme. Pet. Marry fo I meane fweete Katherine in thy bed: And therefore fetting all this chat afide, Thus in plaine termes : your father hath confented Enter Baptifta, Gremio, Tranio. For I am he am borne to tame you Kate, Heere comes your father, neuer make deniall, Bap. Now fignior Petruchio, how fpeed you with my daughter? Pet. How but well fir? how but well? It were impoffible I should speed amiffe. Bap. Why how now daughter Katherine, in your dumps? Kat. Call you me daughter? now I promise you You haue fhewd a tender fatherly regard, To wish me wed to one halfe lunaticke, That thinkes with oathes to face the matter out. Pet. Father 'tis thus, yourselfe and all the world For fhee's not froward, but modeft as the doue And to conclude, we haue greed fo well together, Kate. Ile fee thee hang'd on Sonday first. Gre. Hark Petruchio, the fayes fhee'll fee thee hang'd first. Tra. Is this your speeding? nay then god night our part. Pet. Be patient gentlemen, I choose her for myselfe, If the and I be pleas'd, what's that to you? 'Tis bargain'd twixt vs twaine being alone, That fhe fhall ftill be curft in companie. I tell you 'tis incredible to belieue How much the loues me: oh the kindest Kate, How How tame when men and women are alone, Bap. I know not what to fay, but giue me your hands, Gre. Tra. Amen say we, we will be witnesses. I will to Venice, Sonday comes apace, Exit Petruchio and Katherinc. Gre. Was euer match clapt vp fo fodainly? Tra. Twas a commodity lay fretting by you, Tra. And I am one that loue Bianca more Then words can witnesse, or your thoughts can gueffe. Gre. But thine doth frie, Skipper stand backe, 'tis age that nourisheth. Tra. But youth in ladies eyes that flourisheth. Bap. Content you gentlemen, I will compound this ftrife 'Tis deeds must win the prize, and he of both That can affure my daughter greatest dower, D 4 Shall |