| Act II. Scene I.—Padua. A Room in
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| BAPTISTA'S House. |
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| Enter KATHARINA and BIANCA.
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| Bian. Good sister, wrong
me not, nor wrong |
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| yourself, |
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| To make a bondmaid and a slave of
me; |
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| That I disdain: but for these other
gawds, |
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| Unbind my hands, I'll pull them off
myself. |
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| Yea, all my raiment, to my petticoat; |
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| Or what you will command me will I
do, |
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| So well I know my duty to my elders.
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| Kath. Of all thy suitors,
here I charge thee, |
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| tell |
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| Whom thou lov'st best: see thou dissemble
not. |
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| Bian. Believe me, sister,
of all the men alive |
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| I never yet beheld that special face
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| Which I could fancy more than any
other. |
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| Kath. Minion, thou liest.
Is't not Hortensio? |
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| Bian. If you affect
him, sister, here I swear |
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| I'll plead for you myself, but you
shall have him. |
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| Kath. O! then, belike,
you fancy riches more: |
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| You will have Gremio to keep you fair.
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| Bian. Is it for him
you do envy me so? |
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| Nay, then you jest; and now I well
perceive |
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| You have but jested with me all this
while: |
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| I prithee, sister Kate, untie my hands. |
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| Kath. If that be jest,
then all the rest was so. |
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| [Strikes her. |
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| Enter BAPTISTA. |
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| Bap. Why, how now, dame!
whence grows |
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| this insolence? |
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| Bianca, stand aside. Poor girl! she
weeps. |
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| Go ply thy needle; meddle not with
her. |
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| For shame, thou hilding of a devilish
spirit, |
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| Why dost thou wrong her that did ne'er
wrong |
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| thee? |
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| When did she cross thee with a bitter
word? |
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| Kath. Her silence flouts
me, and I'll be re- |
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| veng'd. [Flies after BIANCA. |
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| Bap. What! in my sight?
Bianca, get thee in. |
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| [Exit BIANCA. |
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| Kath. What! will you
not suffer me? Nay, |
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| now I see |
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| She is your treasure, she must have
a husband; |
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| I must dance bare-foot on her wedding-day,
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| And, for your love to her, lead apes
in hell. |
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| Talk not to me: I will go sit and
weep |
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| Till I can find occasion of revenge.
[Exit. |
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| Bap. Was ever gentleman
thus griev'd as I? |
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| But who comes here? |
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| Enter GREMIO, with LUCENTIO
in the habit of a |
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| mean man; PETRUCHIO, with HORTENSIO
as a |
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| Musician; and TRANIO, with BIONDELLO
bear- |
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| ing a lute and books. |
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| Gre. Good morrow, neighbour
Baptista. |
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| Bap. Good morrow, neighbour
Gremio. God |
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| save you, gentlemen! |
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| Pet. And you, good sir.
Pray, have you not a |
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| daughter |
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| Call'd Katharina, fair and virtuous?
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| Bap. I have a daughter,
sir, call'd Katharina. |
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| Gre. You are too blunt:
go to it orderly. |
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| Pet. You wrong me, Signior
Gremio: give me |
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| leave. |
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| I am a gentleman of Verona, sir, |
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| That, hearing of her beauty and her
wit, |
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| Her affability and bashful modesty,
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| Her wondrous qualities and mild behaviour,
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| Am bold to show myself a forward guest
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| Within your house, to make mine eye
the witness |
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| Of that report which I so oft have
heard. |
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| And, for an entrance to my entertainment, |
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| I do present you with a man of mine, |
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| [Presenting HORTENSIO. |
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| Cunning in music and the mathematics,
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| To instruct her fully in those sciences,
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| Whereof I know she is not ignorant.
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| Accept of him, or else you do me wrong: |
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| His name is Licio, born in Mantua.
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| Bap. You're welcome,
sir; and he, for your |
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| good sake. |
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| But for my daughter Katharine, this
I know, |
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| She is not for your turn, the more
my grief. |
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| Pet. I see you do not
mean to part with her, |
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| Or else you like not of my company.
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| Bap. Mistake me not;
I speak but as I find. |
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| Whence are you, sir? what may I call
your |
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| name? |
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| Pet. Petruchio is my
name; Antonio's son; |
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| A man well known throughout all Italy.
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| Bap. I know him well:
you are welcome for |
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| his sake. |
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| Gre. Saving your tale,
Petruchio, I pray, |
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| Let us, that are poor petitioners,
speak too. |
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| Backare! you are marvellous forward. |
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| Pet. O, pardon me, Signior
Gremio; I would |
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| fain be doing. |
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| Gre. I doubt it not,
sir; but you will curse |
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| your wooing. |
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| Neighbour, this is a gift very grateful,
I am sure |
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| of it To express the like kindness
myself, that |
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| have been more kindly beholding to
you than |
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| any, freely give unto you this young
scholar, |
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| [Presenting LUCENTIO.] that has been
long study- |
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| ing at Rheims; as cunning in Greek,
Latin, and |
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| other languages, as the other in music
and |
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| mathematics. His name is Cambio; pray
accept |
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| his service. |
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| Bap. A thousand thanks,
Signior Gremio; |
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| welcome, good Cambio.—[To TRANIO.]
But, gentle |
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| sir, methinks you walk like a stranger:
may I be |
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| so bold to know the cause of your
coming? |
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| Tra. Pardon me, sir,
the boldness is mine own, |
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| That, being a stranger in this city
here, |
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| Do make myself a suitor to your daughter,
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| Unto Bianca, fair and virtuous. |
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| Nor is your firm resolve unknown to
me, |
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| In the preferment of the eldest sister.
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| This liberty is all that I request,
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| That, upon knowledge of my parentage,
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| I may have welcome 'mongst the rest
that woo, |
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| And free access and favour as the
rest: |
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| And, toward the education of your
daughters, |
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| I here bestow a simple instrument,
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| And this small packet of Greek and
Latin books: |
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| If you accept them, then their worth
is great. |
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| Bap. Lucentio is your
name, of whence, I |
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| pray? |
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| Tra. Of Pisa,sir; son
to Vincentio. |
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| Bap. A mighty man of
Pisa; by report |
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| I know him well: you are very welcome,
sir. |
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| [To HORTENSIO.] Take you the lute,
[To LUCEN- |
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| TIO ] and you the set of books; |
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| You shall go see your pupils presently.
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| Holla, within! |
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| Enter a Servant. |
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| Sirrah, lead these gentlemen |
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| To my two daughters, and then tell
them both |
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| These are their tutors: bid them use
them well. |
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| [Exit Servant, with HORTENSIO,
LUCENTIO, |
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| and BIONDELLO. |
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| We will go walk a little in the orchard,
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| And then to dinner. You are passing
welcome, |
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| And so I pray you all to think yourselves.
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| Pet. Signior Baptista,
my business asketh |
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| haste, |
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| And every day I cannot come to woo.
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| You knew my father well, and in him
me, |
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| Left solely heir to all his lands
and goods, |
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| Which I have better'd rather than
decreas'd: |
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| Then tell me, if I get your daughter's
love, |
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| What dowry shall I have with her to
wife? |
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| Bap. After my death
the one half of my lands, |
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| And in possession twenty thousand
crowns. |
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| Pet. And, for that dowry,
I'll assure her of |
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| Her widowhood, be it that she survive
me, |
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| In all my lands and leases whatsoever.
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| Let specialties be therefore drawn
between us, |
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| That covenants may be kept on either
hand. |
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| Bap. Ay, when the special
thing is well ob- |
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| tain'd, |
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| That is, her love; for that is all
in all. |
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| Pet. Why, that is nothing;
for I tell you, |
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| father, |
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| I am as peremptory as she proud-minded;
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| And where two raging fires meet together
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| They do consume the thing that feeds
their fury: |
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| Though little fire grows great with
little wind, |
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| Yet extreme gusts will blow out fire
and all; |
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| So I to her, and so she yields to
me; |
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| For I am rough and woo not like a
babe. |
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| Bap. Well mayst thou
woo, and happy be |
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| thy speed! |
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| But be thou arm'd for some unhappy
words. |
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| Pet. Ay, to the proof;
as mountains are for |
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| winds, |
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| That shake not, though they blow perpetually. |
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| Re-enter HORTENSIO, with his
head broke. |
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| Bap. How now, my friend!
why dost thou look |
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| so pale? |
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| Hor. For fear, I promise
you, if I look pale. |
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| Bap. What, will my daughter
prove a good |
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| musician? |
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| Hor. I think she'll
sooner prove a soldier: |
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| Iron may hold with her, but never
lutes. |
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| Bap. Why, then thou
canst not break her to |
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| the lute? |
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| Hor. Why, no; for she
hath broke the lute |
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| to me. |
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| I did but tell her she mistook her
frets, |
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| And bow'd her hand to teach her fingering; |
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| When, with a most impatient devilish
spirit, |
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| 'Frets, call you these?' quoth she;
' I'll fume |
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| with them;' |
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| And, with that word, she struck me
on the head, |
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| And through the instrument my pate
made way; |
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| And there I stood amazed for a while,
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| As on a pillory, looking through the
lute; |
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| While she did call me rascal fiddler,
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| And twangling Jack; with twenty such
vile |
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| terms, |
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| As she had studied to misuse me so.
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| Pet. Now, by the world,
it is a lusty wench! |
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| I love her ten times more than e'er
I did: |
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| O! how I long to have some chat with
her! |
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| Bap. [To HORTENSIO.]
Well, go with me, and |
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| be not so discomfited: |
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| Proceed in practice with my younger
daughter; |
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| She's apt to learn, and thankful
for good turns. |
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| Signior Petruchio, will you go with
us, |
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| Or shall I send my daughter Kate to
you? |
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| Pet. I pray you do;
I will attend her here, |
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| [Exeunt BAPTISTA, GREMIO, TRANIO,
and. |
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| HORTENSIO. |
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| And woo her with some spirit when
she comes. |
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| Say that she rail; why then I'll tell
her plain |
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| She sings as sweetly as a nightingale:
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| Say that she frown; I'll say she looks
as clear |
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| As morning roses newly wash'd with
dew: |
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| Say she be mute and will not speak
a word; |
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| Then I'll commend her volubility,
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| And say she uttereth piercing eloquence: |
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| If she do bid me pack; I'll give her
thanks, |
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| As though she bid me stay by her a
week: |
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| If she deny to wed; I'll crave the
day |
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| When I shall ask the banns, and when
be |
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| married. |
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| But here she comes; and now, Petruchio,
speak. |
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| Enter KATHARINA. |
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| Good morrow, Kate; for that's your
name, I hear. |
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| Kath. Well have you
heard, but something |
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| hard of hearing: |
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| They call me Katharine that do talk
of me. |
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| Pet. You lie, in faith;
for you are call'd plain |
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| Kate, |
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| And bonny Kate, and sometimes Kate
the curst; |
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| But, Kate, the prettiest Kate in Christendom; |
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| Kate of Kate-Hall, my super-dainty
Kate, |
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| For dainties are all cates: and therefore,
Kate, |
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| Take this of me, Kate of my consolation; |
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| Hearing thy mildness prais'd in every
town, |
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| Thy virtues spoke of, and thy beauty
sounded,— |
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| Yet not so deeply as to thee belongs,—
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| Myself am mov'd to woo thee for my
wife. |
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| Kath. Mov'd! in good
time: let him that |
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| mov'd you hither |
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