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Pet. You lye in faith, for you are callid plaine Kate,
And bony Kate, and somtimes Kate the curft :
But Kate, the prettiest Kate in Christendome,
Kate of Kate-hall, my fuper-daintie Kate,
For dainties are all Kates, and therefore Kate,
Take this of me, Kate of my consolation,
Hearing thy mildnesfe prais'd in euery towne,
Thy vertues spoke of, and thy beautie founded,
Yet not so deeply as to thee belongs,
Myselse 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. Asses are made to beare, and so 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, Mould : 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 waspirh, 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 waspe does weare his sting? lo his taile. D


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Kate. In his tongue ?
Pet. Whose tongue.
Kate. Yours if you talke of tailes, and so farewell.

Pet. What with my tongue in your taile.
Nay, come againe, good Kate, I am a gentleman.
Kate. That Ile trie.

She strikes bima
Pet. I sweare Ile cuffe you, if you strike againe.
Kate. So may you


your armes. If

you strike me, you are no gentleman, And if no gentleman, why then no armes.

Pet. A herald Kate ? oh put me in thy bookes.
Kate. What is your crest, a coxcombe ?
Pet. A comblesse cocke, so Kate will be my hen.
Kate. No cocke of mine you crow too like a crauen.
Pet. Nay come Kate come : you must not looke so lowre.
Kate. It is my fashion when I see a crab.'
Pet. Why heere's no crab, and therefore looke not sowre.
Kate. There is, there is.
Pet. Then shew 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 sooth you scape not so,
Kate. I chafe you if I tarrie. Let me go.

Pet. No, not a whit, I find you passing gentle:
Twas told me you were rough, and coy, and sullen,
And now I finde report a very lyar :
For thou art pleasant, gamesome, passing courteous,
But now in speech : yet sweete as spring-time flowers.
Thou canst not frowne, thoy capít not looke asconce,


Nor bite the lip, as angrie wenches will,
Nor hast thou pleasure to be crosse in talke :
But thou with mildnelle entertain'st thy wooers,
With gentle conference, soft, and affable.
Why does the world report that Kate doth limpe?
Oh fland'rous world : Kate like the hazle twig
Is straight, and Nender, and as browne in hue
As hazle nuts, and sweeter then the kernels :
Oh let me see thee walke, thou doft not halt.

Kate. Go foole, and whom thou keep'st command.

Pet. Did ever Dian so become a groue
As Kate this chamber with her princely gate :
Oh be thou Dian, and let her be Kate,
And then let Kate be chast, and Dian (portfull.

Kate. Where did you studie all this goodly speech?
Pet. It is extempore, from my mother wit.
Kate. A wittie mother, witlesse else her sonne.
Pet. Am I not wise?
Kate. Yes, keepe you' warme.

Pet. Marry fo I meane sweete Katherine in thy bed:
And therefore setting all this chat aside,
Thus in plaine termes : your father hath consented
That you shall be my wife ; your dowrie greed on,
And will you, nill you, I will marry you.
Now Kate, I am a husband for your turne,
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.

Enter Baptista, Gremio, Tranio.
For I am he am borne to tame you Kate,
And bring you from a wilde Kate to a Kate
Conformable as other houshold Kates :

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Heere comes your father, neuer make deniall,
I must, and will haue Katherine, to my wife.

Bap. Now signior Petruchio, how speed you with my daughter ?

Pet. How but well fir ? how but well? It were impossible I should speed amisse.

Bap. Why how now daughter Katherine, in your dumps ?

Kat. Call you me daughter ? now I promise you
You haue shewd a tender fatherly regard,
To wish me wed to one halfe lunaticke,
A mad-cap ruffian and a swearing lacke,
That thinkes with oathes to face the matter out.

Pet. Father 'tis thus, yourselfe and all the world
That talk'd of her, haue talk'd amisle of her :
If she be curst, it is for policie,
For shee's not froward, but modest as the douc
Shee is not hot, but temperate as the morne,
For patience, she will proue a second Grisell,
And Roman Lucrece for her chastitie :
And to conclude, we haue greed so well together,
That vpon Sonday is the wedding day.

Kate. Ile see thee hang'd on Sonday first.
Gre. Hark Petruchio, she sayes shee'll see 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 she and I be pleas'd, what's that to you?
'Tis bargain’d twixt vs twaine being alone,
That she shall still be curst in companie.
I tell you 'tis incredible to belieue
How much she loues me : oh the kindest Kate,
Shee hung about my necke, and kisse on kisse
Shee vi'd so fast, protesting oath on oath,
That in a twinke she won me to her loue,
Oh you are nouices, 'tis a world to see


How tame when men and women are alone,
A meacocke wretch can make the curftest shrew :
Give me thy hand Kate, I will vnto Venice
To buy apparell 'gainst the wedding day:
Prouide the feast father, and bid the guests,
I will be sure my Katherine shall be fine.

Bap. I know not what to say, but giue me your hands
God send you ioy Petruchio, 'tis a match.

Gre. Tra. Amen say we, we will be witnesses.

Pet. Father and wife, and gentlemen adieu,
I will to Venice, Sonday comes apace,
We will haue rings, and things and fine arrayr,
And kisse me Kate, we will be married a Sonday.

Exit Petruchio and Katherince Gre. Was euer match clapt vp so sodainly?

Bap. Faith gentlemen now I play a merchants part, And venture madly on a desperate mart.

Tra. Twas a commodity lay fretting by you, 'Twill bring you gaine, or perish on the seas.

Bap. The gaine I seeke, is quiet me the match.

Gre. No doubt but he hath got a quiet catch,
But now Baptista, to your yonger daughter,
Now is the day we long haue looked for,
I am your neighbour, and was sutor first.

Tra. And I am one that loue Bianca more
Then words can witnesse, or your thoughts can guesse.

Gre. Yongling thou canst not loue so deare as I.
Tra. Gray-beard thy loue doth freeze.

Gre. But thine doth frie,
Skipper stand backe, 'tis age that nourisheth.

Tra. But youth in ladies eyes that Aourisheth.

Bap. Content you gentlemen, I will compound this strife 'Tis deeds must win the prize, and he of both That can assure my daughter greatest dower, D4


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