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Hor. I think she'll sooner prove a soldier ; Iron may hold with her, but never lutes. Bup. Why then thou canst not break her to the
lute ? Hor. Why, no; for she hath broke the lute to me. I did but tell her, she mistook her frets, And bowed her hand to teach her fingering, When, with a most-impatient, devilish spirit, Frets, calls you these ? quoth she; Pll fume with them; And, with that word, she struck me on the head, And through the instrument my pate made way; And there I stood amazed for a while, As on a pillory, looking through the lute; While she did call me,
-rascal fiddler, And,—twangling Jack; with twenty such vile terms, As she had studied to misuse me so.
Pet. Now, by the world, it is a lusty wench; I love her ten times more than e'er I did. 0, 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.Seignior Petruchio, will you go with us? Or shall I send my daughter Kate to you? Pet. I pray you, do ; I will attend her here,-
[Exeunt BAPTISTA, GREMIO, TRANIO,
1 Frets are the points at which a string is to be stopped, formerly marked on the neck of such instruments as the lute or guitar.
If she deny to wed, I?ll crave the day
Enter KATHARINA. Good-morrow, Kate; for that's your name, I hear. Kath. Well have you heard, but something hard'
of hearing; They call me—Katharine, that do talk of me.
Pet. You lie, in faith ; for you are called plain Kate, And bonny Kate, and sometimes Kate the curst; But Kate, the prettiest Kate in Christendom, Kate of Kate-Hall, my super-dainty Kate, For dainties are all cates; and therefore, Kate, Take this of me, Kate of my consolation ;Hearing thy mildness praised in every town, Thy virtues spoke of, and thy beauties sounded, (Yet not so deeply as to thee belongs,) Myself am moved to woo thee for my wife.
Kath. Moved ! in good time; let him that moved
Remove you hence. I knew you at the first,
Why, what's a movable ?
Thou hast hit it; come, sit on me.
Pet. Alas, good Kate, I will not burden thee; For knowing thee to be but young and light,
Kath. Too light for such a swain as you to catch ; And yet as heavy as my weight should be.
Pet. Should be? should buzz.
Well ta’en, and like a buzzard. Pet. O, slow-winged turtle ! shall a buzzard take
1 This is a poor quibble upon heard, which was then pronounced hard
Kath. Ay, for a turtle; as he takes a buzzard.
sting? In his tail. Kath.
In his tongue. Pet.
Whose tongue ? 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,
Pet. A herald, Kate ? O, put me in thy books.
craven.? Pet. Nay, come, Kate, come; you must not look so
Kath. It is my fashion when I see a crab.
Kath. There is, there is.
Had I a glass, I would.
1 This kind of expression seems to have been proverbial. So in The Three Lords of London, 1590:
hast no more skill
Than take a falcon for a buzzard." 2 A cowardly, degenerate cock.
Well aimed of such a young one. Pet. Now, by Saint George, I am too young for
you. Kath. Yet you are withered. Pet.
'Tis with cares. Kath.
I care not. Pet. Nay, hear you, Kate; in sooth you 'scape not
Kath. I chafe you, if I tarry ; let me go.
Pet. No, not a whit; I find you passing gentle.
Pet. Did ever Dian so become a grove,
Kath. Where did you study all this goodly speech?
Yes; keep you warm.
-Your father hath consented That you shall be my wife ; your dowry 'greed on;
1 This appears to allude to some proverb.
nill you, I will marry you.
Re-enter BAPTISTA, GREMIO, and TRANIO.
How but well, sir ? how but well ?
dumps ? Kath. Call you me daughter? Now, I promise you, You have showed 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 talked of her, have talked 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 ; 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.
Kath. I'll see thee hanged on Sunday first.
1 Thus the first folio. The second folio reads :-“a wild Kat to a Kate;" the modern editors, “a wild cat."
2 The story of Griselda, so beautifully related by Chaucer, was taken oy him from Boccaccio. It is thought to be older than the time of the Florentine, as it is to be found among the old fabliaux.