SCENE V.

Enter Baptifta, Gremio, and Tranio.

Bap. Signior Petruchio, how speed you with

My daughter?

Pet. How but well, fir? how but well?

It were impoffible I should speed amiss.

Bap. Why, how now, daughter Catharine? in your dumps? Cath. Call you me daughter? now I promise you, You've show'd a tender fatherly regard,

To wish me wed to one half lunatick ;

A madcap ruffian, and a fwearing 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 curft, it is for policy;

For fhe's not froward, but modest as the dove;
She is not hot, but temperate as the morn;
For patience she will prove a fecond Grissel,
And Roman Lucrece for her chastity:

And to conclude, we've 'greed fo well together,
That upon funday is the wedding-day.

Cath. I'll fee thee hang'd on funday first.
Gre. Hark, hark;

Petruchio! fhe fays, fhe'll fee thee hang'd first.

Tra. Is this your speeding? then, good night our part!
Pet. Be patient, firs, I choose her for myself;

If the and I be pleas'd, what's that to you?
'Tis bargain'd 'twixt us twain, being alone,
That the fhall ftill be curft in company.

I tell you, 'tis incredible to believe

How much she loves me: o, the kindest Kate!
She hung about my neck, and kifs on kiss
She vy'd fo faft, protesting oath on oath,
That in a twink he won me to her love.

O, you

O, you are novices; 'tis a world to fee,

How tame, when men and women are alone,

A meacock wretch can make the curfteft fhrew,
Give me thy hand, Kate; I will unto Venice,
To buy apparel 'gainst the wedding-day :
Father, provide the feast, and bid the guests;
I will be fure, my Catharine fhall be fine.

Bap. I know not what to say; but give your hands :
God fend you joy, Petruchio! 'tis a match.

Gre. Tra. Amen, fay we; we will be witnesses.
Pet. Father, and wife, and gentlemen, adieu;

I will to Venice, funday comes apace:

We will have rings, and things, and fine array;
And kifs me, Kate, we'll marry o' funday.

[Ex. Petruchio and Catharina.

Gre. Was ever match clap'd up fo fuddenly?
Bap. 'Faith, gentlemen, I play a merchant's part,
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 feek, is quiet in the match.
Gre. No doubt but he hath got a quiet catch:
But now, Baptifta, to your younger daughter;
Now is the day we long have looked for:
I am your neighbour, and was fuitor first.

Tra. And I am one that love Bianca more
Than words can witness or your thoughts can guess.
Gre. Youngling! thou canst not love fo dear as I.
Tra. Graybeard! thy love doth freeze.

Gre. But thine doth fry.

Skipper, ftand back; 'tis age that nourisheth.

Tra. But youth in ladies eyes that flourisheth.

Bap. Content you, gentlemen; I will compound this ftrife:

'Tis deeds must win the prize; and he of both That can affure my daughter greatest dower, Shall have Bianca's love.

Say, fignior Gremio, what can you affure her?

Gre. First, as you know, my house within the city
Is richly furnished with plate and gold,

Basons and ewers to lave her dainty hands:
My hangings all of Tyrian tapestry;
In ivory coffers I have stuff'd my crowns;
In cypress chests my arras, counterpanes,
Coftly apparel, tents, and canopies,

Fine linen, Turkey cushions bofs'd with pearl;
Valance of Venice gold in needle-work;
Pewter, and brafs, and all things that belong
To house, or housekeeping: then, at my farm
I have a hundred milch-kine to the pail,
Sixscore fat oxen standing in my stalls;
And all things answerable to this portion.
Myself am ftruck in years, I must confefs;
And, if I die to-morrow, this is hers,
If, whilft I live, fhe will be only mine.
Tra. That only came well in. Sir, lift to me;
I am my father's heir, and only fon;

If I

may have

your daughter to my wife, I'll leave her houfes three or four as good, Within rich Pifa walls, as any one

Old fignior Gremio has in Padua;

Befides two thousand ducats by the year

Of fruitful land; all which fhall be her jointure.
What, have I pinch'd you, fignior Gremio?

Gre. Two thousand ducats by the year of land!
My land amounts but to fo much in all;
That she shall have, befides an argofy
That now is lying in Marseilles's road.
What, have I chok'd you with an argofy?

Tra. Gremio, 'tis known, my father hath no less

Than

Than three great argofies, befides two galliaffes,
And twelve tight gallies: thefe I will affure her,
And twice as much, whate'er thou offer'ft next.
Gre. Nay, I have offer'd all; I have no more;
And the can have no more than all I have;
fhe fhall have me and mine.

If

you

like me,

Tra. Why, then the maid is mine from all the world,
By your firm promife; Gremio is outvied.

Bap. I must confefs, your offer is the best;
And, let your father make her the affurance,
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?
Bap. Well, gentlemen, then I am thus refolved:
On funday next, you know, my daughter Catharine
Is to be married: now, on funday following
Bianca shall be bride to you, if you

Th' affurance make; if not, to fignior Gremio:

And so I take my leave, and thank you both.

[Exit.

Gre. Adieu, good neighbour. Now I fear thee not:

Sirrah, young gamefter, your father were a fool

To give thee all; and, in his waining age,

Set foot under thy table: tut! a toy!

An old Italian fox is not fo 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 mafter good:
I.fee no reafon but fuppos'd Lucentio

May get a father, call'd fuppos'd Vincentio ;
And that's a wonder: fathers commonly
Do get their children; but in this cafe
Of wooing, a child shall get a fire, if
I fail not of my cunning.

[Exit.

[Sly Speaks to one of the fervants.

Sly. Sim, when will the fool come again?

Sim. Anon, my lord.

Sly. Give's fome more drink here — where's the tapfter? here, Sim, eat fome of these things.

Sim. So I do, my lord.

Sly. Here, Sim, I drink to thee.

F

IDLER, forbear; you grow too forward, fir:
Have you so foon forgot the entertainment

Her fifter Catharine welcom'd you withal?

Hor. But, wrangling pedant, know, this lady is
The patronefs of heavenly harmony:
Then give me leave to have prerogative;
And when in mufick we have spent an hour,
Your lecture fhall have leifure for as much.

Luc. Prepofterous ass! that never read so far
To know the cause why mufick was ordain'd:
Was it not to refresh the mind of man
After his studies, or his usual pain?

Then give me leave to read philosophy,

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 refteth in my choice:
I am no breeching scholar in the schools;
I'll not be tied to hours, nor 'pointed times,
But learn my leffons as I please myself :
And, to cut off all strife, here fit we down,

Take