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give to this young scholar, that hath been long ftudying at Reims, [Presenting Luc.) as cunning in Greek, Latin, and other languages, as the other in mufick and mathematicks; his name is Cambio; pray, accept his service.

Bap. A thousand thanks, Signior Gremio; welcome, good Cambo. But, gentle 'Sir, methinks, you walk like a ftranger; [To Tranio.) may I be fo bold to know the cause of your coming?

Tra, Pardon me, Sir, the boldness is mine own,
That, being a ftranger in this city here,
Do make myself a suitor to your daughter,
Unto Bianca, fair and virtuous:
Nor is your firm resolve unknown to me,
In the preferment of the eldest filter. ivi
This liberty is all that I request,
That, upon knowledge of my parentage,
I may have welcome 'mongft the rest that woo,
And free access and favour as the reft.
And toward the edueation of your daughters,
I here beflow a simple inftrument,
And this small packet of Greek and Latin books.
If you accept them, then their worth is great.

[They greet privatel.
Bap. Lucentio is your name? of whence I pray?
Tra. Of Pisa, Sir, fon to Vincentio.

Bap. A mighty man of Pisa; by report
I know him well; you are very welcome, Sir.
Take you the lute, and you the set of books,

[To Hortenfio and Lucentio.
You shall go see your pupils presently.
Holla, within !

Enter a fervant.
Sirrah, lead these gentlemen
To my two daughters; and then tell them both,
These are their tutors, bid them ofe them well.

{Exit Serv. with Hortenfio and Lucentio.
We will go walk a little in the orchard,
And then to dinner. You are passing weleome, ,
And so, I pray you all, to think yourselves.

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Pet. Signior Baprifta, my bufiness asketh hafte,
And every day I cannot come to wobe.
You knew my father well, and in him me,
Left solely 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 shall I have with her to wife?

Bap. After my deach, the one half of my lands:
And, in poslefon, iwenty thousand crowns.

Pet. And for that dowry, I'll assure her of
Her widowhood, be it that me furvive me,
In all my lands and leases whatsoever;
Let 'specialties be therefore drawn between us,
That covenants may be kept on either hand.

Bap. Ay, when the special 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.
And where two raging fires meet together;
They do contume the thing that feeds their fury:
Tho' little fire grows great

with little wind,
Yet extreme guits will blow out fire and alt:
So I to her, and so the yields to me,
For I am rough, and wooe not like a babe.

Bap. Well may ft thou wooe, and happy be thy speed!
But be thou arm'd for fome unhappy words.

Pet. Ay, to the proof, as mountains are for winds;
That shake not, tho' shey blow perpetually.

Enter Hortenfio with his head broke.
Bap. How now, my friend; why doit 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, she'll sooner prove a soldier;
Iron may hold with her, but never lutes.

Bap. Why, then thou canst not break her to the lutel

Hor. Why, no; for she hatb broke the lute to me.
I did but tell her, she mistook her frets,
And bow'd her hand to teach her fingering,
When, with a most impatient devilish [pirit,


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Frets call you them? quoth she: I'll fume with them':
And with that word the struck me on the head,
And through the inftrumeno my pate made way,
And there I stood amazed for a while, hiyo
As on a pillory, looking through the lute :
While she did całbme rascal, fidler, ,
And cwangling Jack, with twenty fuch vile terms]
As she had studied to misuse me so.

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 some 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 shall I send my daughter Kare to you?
Pet. I pray you, do. I will attend her here:

(Exit Bap. with Grem. Horten. and Tranio.
And wooe her with some fpirit when she comes.
Say, that the rail; why, then I'll tell her plain,
She sings as sweetly as a nightingale:
Say, that she frowns ;; I'll say, she looks as clean
As morning roles newly walk'd with dew;
Say, she be mute, and will not speak a word;
Then I'll commend her volubility;
And say, the uttereth piercing eloquence:
If she do bid me pack, I'll give her thanks,
As tho? she bid me ftay by her a week;
If she deny to wed, I'll crave che day
When I'fhall ask the banes, and when be married.?
Buç here she comes, and now Petruchio speak.

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

Cath. Well have you heard, but fomething hard of hear-
They call me Catharine, that do talk of me. (ing.

Pet. You lye, in faith,' for you are, call'd plain Kure;
And bonny Kate, and fometimes Kate the curt:
But Kate, the prettiest Kate in' christendom,
Kate of Kate-ball, my fuper-dainty Kate,


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(For dainties are all Cater) and therefore Kale;
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 so deeply as to thee belongs:
Myself am mov'd to wooe thee for my wife

Cath. Mov'd! in good time ; let him, that mov'd you
Remove you hence; I knew you at the first [hither,
You were a moveable.

Pet. Why, what's a moveable?
Cath. A join'd stool.
Pet. Thou hast hit it; come, fit on me.
Cath. Asses are made to bear, and so are you.
Pet. Women are made to bear, and so are you.
Cath. No such jade, Sir, as you; if me you mean.

Pet. Alas, good Kate, I will not burden thee;
For knowing thee to be but

be but young and light
Cath. Too light for such a fwain as you to catch s
And yet as heavy as my weight should be.

Pet. Should bee; -Thould buz.
Cath. Well ta’en, and like a buzzard.
Pet. Oh, flow-wing'd turtle, shall a buzzard take thee?
Cath. Ay, for a turtle, as he takes a buzzard.
Pet. Come, come, you wasp, i'faith, you are too angry.
Cath. If I be waspish, 'beft beware my fting.
Pet. My remedy is then to pluck it out.
Cath. Ah, if the fool could find it, where it lies.

Pet. Who knows not, where a wasp doch wear his sting?
In his tail.

Cath. In his tongue.
Pet. Whose tongue?
Cath. Yours, if you talk of tails; and so farewel.

Pet. What, with my tongue in your tail? nay, come
Good Kate, I am a gentleman.

(again, Cath. That I'll try.

[She Arikes him.
Pet. I swear, I'll cuff you, if you strike again.
Carb. So
may you

your arms.
If you frike me, you are no gentleman;
And if no gentleman, why, then no arms.
Per. A herald, Kate ? oh, put me in thy books.



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Cath. What is your creft, a coxćomb:
Pet. A combless cock, fo Kate will be my

Cath. No cock of mine, you crow too like a craven.
Pet. Nay, come, Kate; come, you must not look fo
Cath. It is my fashion, when I see a crab. [fwer.
Pet. Why, here's no crab, and therefore look not so
Cath. There is, there is.

Pet. Then shew it me.
Cath. Had I a glass, I would.
Pet. What, you mean my

Cath. Well aim'd, of such a young one.
Pet. Now, by St. George, I am too young for you.
Cath. Yet you are wither’d.
Pet. 'Tis with cares.
Cath. I care not.
Pet. Nay, hear you, Kate; insooth, you 'scape not fo.
Cath, I chafe

if I

Pet. No, not a whit, I find you passing gentle :
'Twas told me, you were rough, and coy, and fullen,
And now I find report a very liar;
For thou art pleasant, gamesome, passing courteous,
But now in speech, yet sweet as fpring-time flowers.
Thou canst not frown, thou can'ît not look alcance,
Nor bite the lip, as angry wenches will,
Nor haft thou pleasure to be cross in talk :
But thou with mildness entertain'ft thy wooers,
With gentle conf'rence, soft and affable.
Why doth the world report, that Kate doth limp?
Oh sland'rous world! Kate, like the hazle twig,
Is Itrait, and sender; and as brown in hue
As hazle nuts, and sweeter than the kernels.
O, let me see thee walk: Thou doft not hala.

Cath. Go, fool, and whom chou keep'tt command.

Pet. Did ever Dian fo become a grove,
As Kate this chamber with her princely gaite ?
O, be thou Dian, and let her be Kate,
And then let Kare be chaste, and Dian sportful!-

Catb. Where did you study all this goodly speech?
Pet. It is


Carh. A witty mother, witless, else her son,


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