You knew my father well: and in him, me,
Left folely heir to all his lands and goods,
Which I have better'd rather than decreas'd:
Then tell me,-if I get your daughter's love,
What dowry fhall I have with her to wife?

Bap. After my death, the one half of my lands;
And, in poffeffion, twenty thousand crowns.

Pet. And, for that dowry, I'll affure her of w Her widowhood,-be it that she furvive me,— In all my lands and leafes whatsoever:

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Let specialties be therefore drawn between us,

That covenants may be kept on either hand.

Bap. Ay, when the special thing is well obtained, This is, her love; for that is all in all.

Pet. Why, that is nothing; for I tell you, father, I am as preremptory as fhe proud-minded;

And where two raging fires meet together,

They do confume the thing that feeds their fury :
Though little fire grows great with little wind,
Yet extream gufts will blow out fire and all:
So I to her, and fo fhe yields to me;

For I am rough, and woo not like a babe.

Bap. Well may'ft 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 shake not, though they blow perpetually.

Re-enter Hortenfio, with his head broke.

Bap. How now, my friend? why doft thou look so pale?
Hor. For fear, I promise you, if I look pale.
Bap. What, will my daughter prove a good musician?
Hor. I think, fhe'll fooner prove a soldier;

Iron may hold with her, but never lutes.

" Her widowhood,]—A jointure.

* Specialties-articles.

Bap.

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 mistook her frets,

And bow'd her hand to teach her fingering;
When, with a most impatient devilish spirit,

Frets, call you thefe? quoth fhe: I'll fume with them:
And, with that word, fhe ftruck me on the head,
And through the inftrument my pate made way;
And there I ftood amazed for a while,
As on a pillory, looking through the lute:
While fhe did call me,-rafcal-fidler,
And-twangling-Jack; with twenty fuch vile terms,
As fhe had ftudied to misuse me fo.

Pet. Now, by the world, it is a lufty wench;

I love her ten times more than e'er I did:

Oh, how I long to have fome chat with her!

Bap. Well, go with me, and be not so discomfited:
Proceed in practice with my younger daughter;
She's apt to learn, and thankful for good turns.-
Signior Petruchio, will you go with us;
Or fhall I send my daughter Kate to you?
Pet. I pray you do; I will attend her here,

[Exit Baptifta with Gremio, Hortenfio, and Tranio.

And woo her with fome spirit when she comes.
Say, that she rail; why then I'll tell her plain,
She fings as fweetly as a nightingale :
Say, that the frown; I'll fay, fhe looks as clear
As morning roses newly wafh'd with dew:
Say,.fhe be mute, and will not fpeak a word;
Then I'll commend her volubility,
And fay-fhe uttereth piercing eloquence:
If the do bid me pack, I'll give her thanks,
As though the bid me ftay by her a week,
If the deny to wed, I'll crave the day
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When

When I fhall afk the banns, and when be married :-
But here fhe comes; and now, Petruchio, fpeak.

Enter Katharine.

Good-morrow, Kate; for that's your name, I hear.

Kath. Well have you heard, but fomething hard of

hearing;

They call me-Katharine, that do talk of me.

Pet. You lye, in faith; for you are call'd plain Kate, And bonny Kate, and fometimes Kate the curft; But Kate, the prettiest Kate in Christendom, Kate of Kate-hall, my fuper-dainty Kate, For dainties are all cates: and therefore, Kate, Take this of me, Kate of my confolation;— Hearing thy mildness prais'd in every town, Thy virtues spoke of, and thy beauty founded, (Yet not fo deeply as to thee belongs) Myself am mov'd to woo thee for my wife.

Kath. Mov'd in good time: let him that mov'd you

hither,

Remove you hence: I knew you at the first,

Pet. Thou haft hit it: come, fit on me.
Kath. Affes are made to bear, and fo are you.
Pet. Women are made to bear, and fo are you.
Kath. No fuch jade, fir, as you, if me you mean.
Pet. Alas, good Kate! I will not burden thee:
For, knowing thee to be but young and light,-
Kath. Too light for fuch a fwain as you to catch;
And yet as heavy as my weight should be.

y bard]-coarse.

A joint-stool.]" I took you for a joint-tool." PROV.

Pet.

Pet. Sould be? fhould buz.

Kath. Well ta'en, and like a buzzard.

Pet. Oh, flow-wing'd turtle: fhall a buzzard take thee? Kath. Ay, for a turtle; as he takes a buzzard.

Pet. Come, come, you wafp; i'faith, you are too angry. Kath. If I be wafpifh, beft beware my fting.

Pet. My remedy is then, to pluck it out.

Kath. Ay, if the fool could find it where it lies. Pet. Who knows not where a wafp doth wear his fting? In his tail.

Kath. In his tongue.

Pet. Whofe tongue ?

Kath. Yours, if you talk of tails; and fo farewel.

Pet. What with my tongue in your tail? nay, come

again,

Good Kate; I am a gentleman.

If

Kath. That I'll try.

[She strikes him.

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

Kath. So may you lofe your arms :

you ftrike me, you are no gentleman;

And if no gentleman, why, then no arms.

a

Pet. A herald, Kate? oh, put me in thy books.
Kath. What is your creft? a coxcomb?

Pet. A comblefs cock, fo Kate will be my hen.

Kath. No cock of mine, you crow too like a craven. Pet. Nay, come, Kate come; you must not look fo four. Kath. It is my fashion, when I fee a crab.

Pet. Why, here's no crab; and therefore look not four. Kath. There is, there is.

Pet. Then fhew it me.

Kath. Had I a glass, I would.

Ay, for a turtle; as he takes a buzzard.]-He may as well take me for a turtle, as take my buzzard to himself.-and he takes a buzzard -he fhall find me a hawk, though he may fuppofe me a turtle.

b

a craven.]-a daftardly vanquifh'd cock.

Kath. Well aim'd of fuch a young one.

Pet. Now, by faint George, I am too young for you. Kath. Yet you are wither'd.

Pet. 'Tis with cares.

Kath. I care not.

Pet. Nay, hear you, Kate: in footh, you 'fcape not so. Kath, 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, gamesome, paffing courteous,
But flow in fpeech, yet fweet as spring-time flowers:
Thou canst not frown, thou canst not look afkance,
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 conference, foft, and affable.

Why doth the world report, that Kate doth limp?
Oh flanderous world! Kate, like the hazle-twig,
Is ftrait, and flender; and as brown in hue
As hazle nuts, and fweeter than the kernels.

O, let me fee thee walk: thou doft not halt.

Kath. Go, fool; and whom thou keep'ft, command.
Pet. Did ever Dian fo become a grove,

As Kate this chamber with her princely gait?

O, be thou Dian, and let her be Kate;

And then let Kate be chafte, and Dian sportful!

Kath. Where did you ftudy all this goodly fpeech?
Pet. It is extempore, from my mother-wit.
Kath. A witty mother! witlefs elfe her fon.
Pet. Am I not wife?

cavitness elfe.

Kath.