give to this young scholar, that hath been long ftudying at Reims, [Prefenting Luc.] as cunning in Greek, Latin, and other languages, as the other in mufick and mathematicks; his name is Cambio; pray, accept his fervice. Bap. A thoufand thanks, Signior Gremio; welcome, good Cambio. But, gentle Sir, methinks, you walk like a stranger; [To Tranio.] may I be fo bold to know the caufe of your coming? Tra. Pardon me, Sir, the boldness is mine own, That, being a franger in this city here, Do make myself a fuitor to your daughter, Unto Bianca, fair and virtuous!' Nor is your firm resolve unknown to me, That, upon knowledge of my parentage, And this fmall packet of Greek and Latin books. [They greet privately. Bap. Lucentio is your name? of whence I pray? Tra. Of Pisa, Sir, fon to Vincentio. Bap. A mighty man of Pisa; by report, [To Hortenfio and Lucentio, You fhall go fee your pupils prefently. Holla, within! Enter a fervant. Sirrah, lead thefe gentlemen To my two daughters; and then tell them both, [Exit Serv. with Hortenfio and Lucentio. We will go walk a little in the orchard, And then to dinner. You are paffing welcome, Pe Pet. Signior Baptifta, my business asketh hafte, Let fpecialties be therefore drawn between us, Bap. Ay, when the fpecial thing is well obtain'd, Pet. Why, that is nothing: For I tell you, father, Bap. Well may ft thou wooe, and happy be thy speedt But be thou arm'd for fome unhappy words. Pet. Ay, to the proof, as mountains are for winds: That shake not, tho' they blow perpetually. Enter Hortenfio with his head broke. Bap. How now, my friend; why doit thou look fo pale Iron may hold with her, but never lutes. Bap. Why, then thou canst not break her to the lute I did but tell her, fhe miftook her frets, Frets Frets call you them? quoth the: I'll fume with them: And twangling Jack, with twenty fuch vile terms, er') As fhe had ftudied to mifufe me fo.. Pet. Now, by the world, it is a lufty wench; I love her ten times more than e'er I did; Bap. Well, go with me, and be not fo difcomfited, 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 fend my daughter Kate to you? Pet. I pray you, do. I will attend her here: [Exit Bap. with Grem. Horten. and Tranio. And wooe her with fome fpirit when he comes. Say, that the rail; why, then I'll tell her plain, She fings as fweetly as a nightingale: Say, that the frowns; I'll fay, the looks as clean And fay, the uttereth piercing eloquence: When I fhall ask the banes, and when be married? 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. 7 [ing. Pet You lye, in faith, for you are call'd plain Kate; And bonny Kate, and fometimes Kate the curtt: But Kate, the prettieft Kate in christendom, Kate of Kate-ball, my fuper-dainty Kate, (For (For dainties are all Cates) and therefore Kate ; Myfelf 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 You were a moveable. Pet. Why, what's a moveable? Cath. A join'd stool. Pet. Thou haft hit it; come, fit on me. [hither, Cath. Affes are made to bear, and so are you. Cath. Too light for fuch a fwain as you to catch; Cath. Well ta'en, and like a buzzard. Pet. Oh, flow-wing'd turtle, fhall a buzzard take thee? Cath. Ay, for a turtle, as he takes a buzzard. Pet. Come, come, you wafp, i'faith, you are too angry. Cath. If I be wafpifh, 'beft beware my fting. Pet. My remedy is then to pluck it out. Cath. Áh, if the fool could find it, where it lies. Pet. Who knows not, where a wafp doth wear his fting? In his tail.. Cath. In his tongue. Pet. Whofe tongue? Cath. Yours, if you talk of tails; and fo farewel. Pet. What, with my tongue in your tail? nay, come Good Kate, I am a gentleman. Cath. That I'll try. [again, [She Atrikes him. Pet. I fwear, I'll cuff you, if you ftrike again. Cath. So may you lofe your arms. If you firike me, you are no gentleman; Per. A herald, Kate? oh, put me in thy books. Cath. Cath. What is your creft, a coxcomb? Pet. A comblefs cock, fo Kate will be my hen. Pet. Nay, come, Kate; come, you must not look fo [fower. Pet. Why, here's no crab, and therefore look not so Pet. Then fhew it me. [fower. Cath. Had I a glass, I would. Pet. What, you mean my face? Cath. Well aim'd, of fuch a young one. Pet. Now, by St. George, I am too young for you. Pet. 'Tis with cares. Cath. I care not. Pet. Nay, hear you, Kate; infooth, you 'fcape not fo you, if I tarry; let me go. Pet. No, not a whit, I find you paffing gentle : For thou art pleafant, gamefome, paffing courteous, Nor haft thou pleasure to be cross in talk: Why doth the world report, that Kate doth limp? O, let me fee thee walk: Thou doft not halt. Cath. Go, fool, and whom thou keep'ft command. As Kate this chamber with her princely gaite? O, be thou Dian, and let her be Kate, And then let Kate be chafte, and Dian fportful!- Pet. |