Pet. Who knows not where a wasp doth wear his In his tail. Whose tongue? [sting? Kath. Yours, if you talk of tails; and so farewell. Pet. What, with my tongue in your tail? nay, come again, Good Kate; I am a gentleman. Kath. That I'll try. (Striking him.) Pet. I swear I'll cuff you, if you strike again. 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. Pet. A combless cock, so Kate will be my hen. Kath. No cock of mine, you crow too like a craven. Pet. Nay, come, Kate, come; you must not look so sour. Kath. It is my fashion, when I see a crab. Pet. Why, here's no crab; and therefore look not Kath. There is, there is. Pet. Then shew it me. Had I a glass, I would. Pet. What, you mean my face? Well aim'd of such a young one. Pet. Now, by Saint George, I am too young for you. Kath. Yet you are wither'd. Pet. Kath. 'Tis with cares. I care not. Pet. Nay, hear you, Kate: in sooth, you 'scape not so. Kath. I chafe you, if I tarry; let me go. 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 courteous; Why does the world report that Kate doth limp? Pet. Did ever Dian so become a grove, And then let Kate be chaste, and Dian sportful! Kath. Yes; keep you warm. Thus in plain terms:- Your father has consented Re-enter BAPTISTA, GREMIO, and TRANIO. Signior Petruchio: How speed you with Pet. How but well, sir? how but well? 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 shew'd a tender fatherly regard, 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, 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; For patience she will prove a second Grissel; And Roman Lucrece for her chastity: And to conclude,-we have 'greed so well together, Kath. I'll see thee hang'd on Sunday first. Gre. Hark, Petruchio! she says, she 'll see thee hang'd first. Tra. Is this your speeding? nay, then, good night our part. Pet. Be patient, gentlemen, I choose her for myself; If she and I be pleased, 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 How much she loves me: O, the kindest Kate!- Bap. I know not what to say: but give me your hands; God send you joy, Petruchio! 'tis a match. Gre. Tra. Amen, say we; we will be witnesses. I will to Venice, Sunday comes apace :- [Exeunt Petruchio and Katharina severally. 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. 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. Gray-beard! thy love doth freeze. But thine doth fry. Gre. Skipper, stand back; 'tis age that nourisheth. Tra. But youth in ladies' eyes that flourisheth. 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, Sas, signior Gremio, what can you assure her? In ivory coffers I have stuff'd my crowns; Fine linen, Turkey cushions boss'd with pearl, 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, Old signior Gremio has in Padua; Besides two thousand ducats by the year, Of fruitful land, all which shall be her jointure.- Gre. Two thousand ducats by the year, of land! Tra. Gremio, 'tis known, my father hath no less Gre. Nay, I have offer'd all, I have no more; Tra. Why then the maid is mine from all the world, Bap. I must confess, your offer is the best; Gre. And may not young men die, as well as old? I am thus resolved:-On Sunday next, you know, And so I take my leave, and thank you both. [Brit. Gre. Adieu, good neighbour.-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! An old Italian fox is not so kind, my boy. [Exit. Tra. A vengeance on your crafty wither'd hide! Must get a father, call'd-supposed Vincentio ; Do get their children; but, in this case of wooing, ACT III. SCENE I-A Room in Baptista's House. Enter LUCENTIO, HORTENSIO, and BIANCA. And, while I pause, serve in your harmony. Hor. Sirrah, I will not bear these braves of thine. Bian. Why, gentlemen, you do me double wrong, To strive for that which resteth in my choice: 1 am no breeching scholar in the schools; I'll not be tied to hours, nor 'pointed times, |