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Kath. Yes, to keep you warm.
Pet. Marry, so I mean, sweet Katharine, in thy bed:
in thy bed:
And therefore, setting all this chat aside,
Thus in plain terms :-Your father hath consented
That you shall be my wife ; your dowry '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, Kate ;
And bring you from a wild Cat to a Kate, .
Conformable, as other houshold Kates.
Here comes your father ; never make denial,
I must and will have Katharine to my wife.
Re-enter Baptista, 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 amiss. Bap. Why, how now, dąughter Katharine ? in your
Kath. Call you me, daughter ? now, I promise you,
You have shew'd a tender fatherly regard,
To wish me wed to one half lunatick;
A mad-cap 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;
? Yes, to keep you warm.)-You have just as much sense as an ideot, who, we see, “ blankets his loins.” ¢ will you, will you,)-whether you will, or no. X 4
For she's not froward, but modest as the dove ;
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 have 'greed so well together,
That upon sunday is the wedding-day.
Kath. I'll see thee hang'd on sunday first.
Gre. Hark, Petruchio! she says, she'll see thee hang'd
Tra. Is this your speeding ? nay, then, good night our
Pet. Be patient, gentlemen ; I chuse her for myself ;
If she and I be pleas'd, what's that to you?
'Tis bargain’d 'twixt us twain, being alone,
That she shall still be curft 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 fast, protesting oath on oath,
That in a twink she won me to her love.
Oh, you are novices ! ’tis a world to see,
How came, when men and women are alone,
A meacock wretch can make the curftest Ihrew.
Give me thy hand, Kate : I will unto Venice,
To buy apparel 'gainst the wedding-day :-
Provide the feast, father, and bid the guests;
I will be sure, my Katharine shall be fine.
Bap. I know not what to say: but give me your hands; God send you joy, Petruchio ! 'ris 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 :
f vy’d]—stak'd down, bragg’d, set against mine. & 'tis a world)-'tis amazing.
We will have rings, and things, and fine array ;
And kiss me, Kate, ' we'll marry o'sunday.
[Exit Petruchio, and Katharine severally. Gre. Was ever match clap'd up fo suddenly?
Bap. Faith, gentlemen, now 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 perish on the seas.
Bap. The gain I seek is—quiet in the match.
Gre. No doubt, but he hạth got a quiet catch.
But now, Baptista, to your younger daughter ;-
Now is the day we long have looked 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.
Tra. But youth, in ladies' eyes that flourisheth.
Bap. Content you, gentlemen; I will compound this
'Tis deeds, muft win the prize; and he, of both,
That can assure my daughter greatest dower,
Shall have Bianca's love.
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:
In ivory coffers I have stuff'd my crowns;
In cypress chests my arras, 'counterpoints,
i we will be married.
* fry.]-hiffes like green wood.
Coftly apparel, tents, and canopies,
Fine linen, Turky cushions - bofs’d with pearl,
Valance of Venice gold in needle-work,
Pewter and brass, and all things that belong
To house, or house-keeping: then, at my farm,
I have a hundred milch-kine to the pail,
Sixscore fac oxen standing in my stalls,
And all things answerable to this portion.
Myself am struck in years, I must confess ;
And, if I die to-morrow, this is hers,
If, whilst I live, she will be only mine.
Tra. That, only, came well in Sir, lift ta me;
I am my father's heir, and only fon :
If I may have your daughter to my wife,
I'll leave her houses three or four as good,
Within rich Pisa walls, as any one
Old signior Gremio has in Padua;
Besides two thousand ducats by the year
Of fruitful land, all which shall be her jointure.-
What, have I pinch'd you, signior Gremio ?
Gre. Two thousand ducats by the year, of land !
My land amounts " but to so much in all :
That she shall have ; besides an argoly,
That now is lying in Marseilles' road -
What, have I choak'd you with an argoly?
Tra. Gremio, 'tis known, my father hath no less
Than three great argofies; besides two galliasses,
And twelve tighe gallies: these I will assure her,
And twice as much, whate'er thou offer'lt next.
Gre. Nay, I have offer'd all, I have no more,
And she can have no more than all I have;
If you like mę, she shall have me and mine,
Tra. Why, then the maid is mine from all the world,
By your firm promise ; Gremio is o out-vied.
Bap. I must confess, your offer is the best ;
And, let your father make her the assurance,
She is your own; else, you must pardon me :
If you should die before him, where's her dower ?
Tra. That's but a cavil ; he is old, I young.
Gre. And may not young men die, as well as old ?
Bap. Well, gentlemen,
I am thus resolved :-On sunday next, you know,
My daughter Katharine is to be marry'd :
Now, on the sunday following, shall Bianca
Be bride to you, if you make this assurance;
If not, to signior Gremio :
And so I take my leave, and thank you both. [Exit,
Gre. Adieu, good neighbour.-Now I fear thee not ; Sirrah, young gamester, your father were a fool To give thee all, and, in his waining age, Set foot under thy table: Tut! a toy! An old Italian fox is not so kind, my boy. (Exit.
Tra. A vengeance on your crafty withered hide! Yet I have fac'd it with Pa card of ten. 'Tis in my head to do my master good :I see no reason, but suppos'd Lucentio Must get a father, call'd-suppos'd Vincentio ; And that's a wonder : fathers, commonly, Do get their children ; but, in this case of wooing, A child shall get a fire, if I fail not of my 'doing. (Exit.
Pa card of ten.)-one of the best in the pack.