| Remove you hence. I knew you at the
first, |
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| You were a moveable. |
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| pet. Why, what's a moveable? |
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| Kath. A joint-stool. |
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| Pet. Thou hast hit it:
come, sit on me. |
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| Kath. Asses are made
to bear, and so are you, |
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| Pet. Women are made
to bear, and so are you. |
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| Kath. No such jade as
bear you, if me you |
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| mean. |
202 |
| Pet. Alas! good Kate,
I will not burden thee; |
|
| For, knowing thee to be but young
and light,— |
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| Kath. Too light for
such a swain as you to catch, |
|
| And yet as heavy as my weight should
be. |
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| Pet. Should be! should
buz! |
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| Kath. Well ta'en, and
like a buzzard. |
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| Pet. O slow-winged turtle!
shall a buzzard |
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| take thee? |
208 |
| Kath. Ay, for a turtle,
as he takes a buzzard. |
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| Pet. Come, come, you
wasp; i' faith you are |
|
| too angry. |
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| Kath. If I be waspish,
best beware my sting. |
|
| Pet. My remedy is, then,
to pluck it out. |
212 |
| Kath. Ay, if the fool
could find it where it lies. |
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| Pet. Who knows not where
a wasp does wear |
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| his sting? |
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| In his tail. |
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| Kath. In his tongue.
|
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| Pet. Whose tongue? |
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| Kath. Yours, if you
talk of tails; and so fare- |
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| well. |
216 |
| Pet. What! with my tongue
in your tail? |
|
| nay, come again. |
|
| Good Kate, I am a gentleman. |
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| Kath. That I'll try.
[Striking him. |
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| Pet. I swear I'll cuff
you if you strike again. |
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| Kath. So may you lose
your arms: |
220 |
| If you strike me, you are no gentleman; |
|
| And if no gentleman, why then no arms.
|
|
| Pet. A herald, Kate?
O! put me in thy |
|
| books. |
|
| Kath. What is your crest?
a coxcomb? |
224 |
| Pet. A combless cock,
so Kate will be my hen. |
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| Kath. No cock of mine;
you crow too like a |
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| craven. |
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| Pet. Nay, come, Kate,
come; you must not |
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| look so sour. |
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| Kath. It is my fashion
when I see a crab. |
228 |
| Pet. Why, here's no
crab, and therefore look |
|
| not sour. |
|
| Kath. There is, there
is. |
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| Pet. Then show it me. |
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| Kath. Had I a glass,
I would. |
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| Pet. What, you mean
my face? |
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| Kath. Well aim'd of
such a young one. |
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| Pet. Now, by Saint George,
I am too young |
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| for you. |
233 |
| Kath. Yet you are wither'd.
|
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| Pet. 'Tis with cares.
|
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| Kath. I care not. |
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| Pet. Nay, hear you,
Kate: in sooth, you 'scape |
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| not so. |
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| Kath. I chafe you, if
I tarry: let me go. |
236 |
| Pet. No, not a whit:
I find you passing gentle. |
|
| Twas told me you were rough and coy
and sullen, |
|
| And now I find report a very liar; |
|
| For thou art pleasant, gamesome, passing
cour- |
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| teous, |
240 |
| But slow in speech, yet sweet as spring-time |
|
| flowers: |
|
| Thou canst not frown, thou canst not
look |
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| askance, |
|
| Nor bite the lip, as angry wenches
will: |
|
| Nor hast thou pleasure to be cross
in talk; |
244 |
| But thou with mildness entertain'st
thy wooers, |
|
| With gentle conference, soft and affable.
|
|
| Why does the world report that Kate
doth limp? |
|
| O slanderous world! Kate, like the
hazel-twig, |
|
| Is straight and slender, and as brown
in hue |
249 |
| As hazel nuts, and sweeter than the
kernels. |
|
| O! let me see thee walk: thou dost
not halt. |
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| Kath. Go, fool, and
whom thou keep'st com- |
|
| mand. |
252 |
| Pet. Did ever Dian so
become a grove |
|
| As Kate this chamber with her princely
gait? |
|
| O! be thou Dian, and let her be Kato,
|
|
| And then let Kate be chaste, and Dian
sportful |
|
| Kath. Where did you
study all this goodly |
|
| speech? |
257 |
| Pet. It is extempore,
from my mother-wit. |
|
| Kath. A witty mother!
witless else her son. |
|
| Pet. Am I not wise? |
|
| Kath. Yes; keep you
warm |
260 |
| Pet. Marry, so I mean,
sweet Katharine, 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; |
264 |
| And will you, nill you, I will marry
you. |
|
| Now, Kate, I am a liusband 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: |
269 |
| For I am he am born to tame you, Kate; |
|
| And bring you from a wild Kate to
a Kate |
|
| Conformable as other household Kates.
|
272 |
| 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? |
276 |
| It were impossible I should speed
amiss. |
|
| Bap. Why, how now, daughter
Katharine! in |
|
| your dumps? |
|
| Kath. Call you me daughter?
now, I promise |
|
| you |
|
| You have show'd a tender fatherly
regard, |
280 |
| To wish me wed to one half lunatic; |
|
| 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, |
284 |
| That talk'd of her, have talk'd amiss
of her: |
|
| If she be curst, it is for policy, |
|
| For she's not froward, but modest
as the dove; |
|
| She is not hot, but temperate as the
morn; |
288 |
| For patience she will prove a second
Grissel, |
|
| And Roman Lucrece for her chastity; |
|
| And to conclude, we have 'greed so
well together, |
|
| That upon Sunday is the wedding-day.
|
292 |
| Kath. I'll see thee
hang'd on Sunday first. |
|
| Gre. Hark, Petruchio:
she says she'll see thee |
|
| hang'd first. |
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| Tra. Is this your speeding?
nay then, good |
|
| night our part! |
|
| Pet. Be patient, gentlemen;
I choose her for |
|
| myself: |
296 |
| 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 curst in company.
|
|
| I tell you, 'tis incredible to believe
|
300 |
| How much she loves me: O! the kindest
Kate. |
|
| She hung about my neck, and kiss on
kiss |
|
| She vied so fast, protesting oath
on oath, |
|
| That in a twink she won me to her
love. |
304 |
| O! you are novices: 'tis a world to
see, |
|
| How tame, when men and women are alone,
|
|
| A meacock wretch can make the curstest
shrew. |
|
| Give me thy hand, Kate: I will unto
Venice |
308 |
| 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. |
312 |
| God send you joy, Petruchio! 'tis
a match. |
|
| Gre. & Tra.}
I Amen, say we: we will be witnesses. |
|
| Pet. Father, and wife,
and gentlemen, adieu. |
|
| I will to Venice; Sunday comes apace:
|
316 |
| We will have rings, and things, and
fine array; |
|
| And, kiss me, Kate, we will be married
o' Sunday. |
|
| [Exeunt PETRUCHIO and KATHARINA, |
|
| severally. |
|
| Gre. Was ever match
clapp'd up so suddenly? |
|
| Bap. Faith, gentlemen,
now I play a mer- |
|
| chant's part, |
320 |
| 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
hath 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. |
328 |
| 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. Greybeard, thy
love doth freeze. |
|
| Gre. But thine doth
fry. |
|
| Skipper, stand back: 'tis age that
nourisheth. |
|
| Tra. But youth in ladies'
eyes that nourisheth. |
|
| Bap. Content you, gentlemen;
I'll compound |
|
| this strife: |
|
| 'Tis deeds must win the prize; and
he, of both, |
|
| That can assure my daughter greatest
dower |
337 |
| Shall have my Bianca's love. |
|
| Say, Signior Gremio, what can you
assure her? |
|
| Gre. First, as you know,
my house within the |
|
| city |
340 |
| Is richly furnished with plate and
gold: |
|
| Basins and ewers to lave her dainty
hands; |
|
| My hangings all of Tyrian tapestry; |
|
| In ivory coffers I have stuff'd my
crowns; |
344 |
| In cypress chests my arras counterpoints, |
|
| Costly apparel, tents, and canopies, |
|
| Fine linen, Turkey cushions boss'd
with pearl, |
|
| Valance of Venice gold in needle-work,
|
348 |
| Pewter and brass, and all things that
belong |
|
| To house or housekeeping: then, at
my farm |
|
| I have a hundred milch-kine to the
pail, |
|
| Six score fat oxen standing in my
stalls, |
353 |
| 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. |
356 |
| Tra. That 'only' came
well in. Sir, list to me: |
|
| I am my father's heir and only son: |
|
| If I may have your daughter to my
wife, |
|
| I'll leave her houses three or four
as good, |
360 |
| Within rich Pisa walls, as any one
|
|
| Old Signior Gremio has in Padua; |
|
| Besides two thousand ducats by the
year |
|
| Of fruitful land, all of which shall
be her |
|
| jointure. |
364 |
| What, have I pinch'd you, Signior
Gremio? |
|
| Gre. Two thousand ducats
by the year of land! |
|
| My land amounts not to so much in
all: |
|
| That she shall have; besides an argosy
|
368 |
| That now is lying in Marseilles' road. |
|
| What, have I chok'd you with an argosy? |
|
| Tra. Gremio, 'tis known
my father hath no |
|
| less |
|
| Than three great argosies, besides
two galliasses, |
|
| And twelve tight galleys; these I
will assure her, |
|
| And twice as much, whate'er thou offer'st
next. |
|
| Gre. Nay, I have offer'd
all, I have no more; |
|
| And she can have no more than all
I have: |
376 |
| If you like me, she shall have me
and mine. |
|
| Tra. Why, then the maid
is mine from all |
|
| the world, |
|
| By your firm promise. Gremio is out-vied. |
|
| Bap. I must confess
your offer is the best; |
|
| And, let your father make her the
assurance, |
381 |
| 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? |
385 |
| Bap. Well, gentlemen, |
|
| I am thus resolv'd. On Sunday next.
you know, |
|
| My daughter Katharine is to be married:
|
388 |
| 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. |
392 |
| Gre. Adieu, good neighbour.
[Exit BAPTISTA.] |
|
| Now I fear thee not: |
|
| Sirrah young gamester, your father
were a fool |
|
| To give thee all, and in his waning
age |
|
| Set foot under thy table. Tut! a toy!
|
396 |
| An old Italian fox is not so kind,
my boy. [Exit. |
|
| Tra. A vengeance on
your crafty wither'd |
|
| hide! |
|
| Yet I have fac'd it with a card of
ten. |
|
| 'Tis in my head to do my master good:
|
400 |
| I see no reason, but suppos'd Lucentio
|
|
| Must get a father, called 'suppos'd
Vincentio;' |
|
| And that's a wonder: fathers, commonly
|
|
| Do get their children; but in this
case of woo- |
|
| ing, |
404 |
| A child shall get a sire, if I fail
not of my cun- |
|
| ning. [Exit. |
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