1008Bap. How now my friend, why dost thou looke so

1009pale?

1010Hor. For feare I promise you, if I looke pale.

1011Bap. What, will my daughter proue a good Musiti-

1012an?

1013Hor. I thinke she'l sooner proue a souldier,

1014Iron may hold with her, but neuer Lutes.

1015Bap. Why then thou canst not break her to the Lute?

1016Hor. Why no, for she hath broke the Lute to me:

1017I did but tell her she mistooke her frets,

1018And bow'd her hand to teach her fingering,

1019When (with a most impatient diuellish spirit)

1020Frets call you these? (quoth she) Ile fume with them:

1021And with that word she stroke me on the head,

1022And through the instrument my pate made way,

1023And there I stood amazed for a while,

1024As on a Pillorie, looking through the Lute,

1025While she did call me Rascall, Fidler,

1026And twangling Iacke, with twentie such vilde tearmes,

1027As had she studied to misvse me so.

1028Pet. Now by the world, it is a lustie Wench,

1029I loue her ten times more then ere I did,

1030Oh how I long to haue some chat with her.

1031Bap. Wel go with me, and be not so discomfited.

1032Proceed in practise with my yonger daughter,

1033She's apt to learne, and thankefull for good turnes:

1034Signior Petruchio, will you go with vs,

1035Or shall I send my daughter Kate to you.

1037Pet. I pray you do. Ile attend her heere,

1038And woo her with some spirit when she comes,

1039Say that she raile, why then Ile tell her plaine,

1040She sings as sweetly as a Nightinghale:

1041Say that she frowne, Ile say she lookes as cleere

1042As morning Roses newly washt with dew:

1043Say she be mute, and will not speake a word,

1044Then Ile commend her volubility,

1045And say she vttereth piercing eloquence:

1046If she do bid me packe, Ile giue her thankes,

1047As though she bid me stay by her a weeke:

1048If she denie to wed, Ile craue the day

1049When I shall aske the banes, and when be married.

1050But heere she comes, and now Petruchio speake.

1052Good morrow Kate, for thats your name I heare.

1053Kate. Well haue you heard, but something hard of

1054hearing:

1055They call me Katerine, that do talke of me.

1056Pet. You lye infaith, for you are call'd plaine Kate,

1057And bony Kate, and sometimes Kate the curst:

1058But Kate, the prettiest Kate in Christendome,

1059Kate of Kate-hall, my super-daintie Kate,

1060For dainties are all Kates, and therefore Kate

1061Take this of me, Kate of my consolation,

1062Hearing thy mildnesse prais'd in euery Towne,

1063Thy vertues spoke of, and thy beautie sounded,

1064Yet not so deepely as to thee belongs,

1065My selfe am moou'd to woo thee for my wife.

1066Kate. Mou'd, in good time, let him that mou'd you

1067hether

1068Remoue you hence: I knew you at the first

1069You were a mouable.

1070Pet. Why, what's a mouable?

1071Kat. A ioyn'd stoole.

1072Pet. Thou hast hit it: come sit on me.

1073Kate. Asses are made to beare, and so are you.

1074Pet. Women are made to beare, and so are you.

1075Kate. No such Iade as you, if me you meane.

1076Pet. Alas good Kate, I will not burthen thee,

1077For knowing thee to be but yong and light.

1078Kate. Too light for such a swaine as you to catch,

1079And yet as heauie as my waight should be.

1080Pet. Shold be, should: buzze.

1081Kate. Well tane, and like a buzzard.

1082Pet.Oh slow-wing'd Turtle, shal a buzard take thee?

1083Kat. I for a Turtle, as he takes a buzard.

1084Pet. Come, come you Waspe, y'faith you are too

1085angrie.

1086Kate. If I be waspish, best beware my sting.

1087Pet. My remedy is then to plucke it out.

1088Kate. I, if the foole could finde it where it lies.

1089Pet. Who knowes not where a Waspe does weare

1090his sting? In his taile.

1091Kate. In his tongue?

1092Pet. Whose tongue.

1093Kate. Yours if you talke of tales, and so farewell.

1094Pet. What with my tongue in your taile.

1095Nay, come againe, good Kate, I am a Gentleman,

1096Kate. That Ile trie. she strikes him

1097Pet. I sweare Ile cuffe you, if you strike againe.

1098Kate. So may you loose your armes,

1099If you strike me, you are no Gentleman,

1100And if no Gentleman, why then no armes.

1101Pet. A Herald Kate? Oh put me in thy bookes.

1102Kate. What is your Crest, a Coxcombe?

1103Pet. A comblesse Cocke, so Kate will be my Hen.

1104Kate. No Cocke of mine, you crow too like a crauen

1105Pet. Nay come Kate, come: you must not looke so

1106sowre.

1107Kate. It is my fashion when I see a Crab.

1108Pet. Why heere's no crab, and therefore looke not

1109sowre.

1110Kate. There is, there is.

1111Pet. Then shew it me.

1112Kate. Had I a glasse, I would.

1113Pet. What, you meane my face.

1114Kate. Well aym'd of such a yong one.

1115Pet. Now by S. George I am too yong for you.

1116Kate. Yet you are wither'd.

1117Pet. 'Tis with cares.

1118Kate. I care not.

1119Pet. Nay heare you Kate. Insooth you scape not so.

1120Kate. I chafe you if I tarrie. Let me go.

1121Pet. No, not a whit, I finde you passing gentle:

1122'Twas told me you were rough, and coy, and sullen,

1123And now I finde report a very liar:

1124For thou art pleasant, gamesome, passing courteous,

1125But slow in speech: yet sweet as spring-time flowers.

1126Thou canst not frowne, thou canst not looke a sconce,

1127Nor bite the lip, as angry wenches will,

1128Nor hast thou pleasure to be crosse in talke:

1129But thou with mildnesse entertain'st thy wooers,

1130With gentle conference, soft, and affable.

1131Why does the world report that Kate doth limpe?

1132Oh sland'rous world: Kate like the hazle twig

1133Is straight, and slender, and as browne in hue

1134As hazle nuts, and sweeter then the kernels:

1135Oh let me see thee walke: thou dost not halt.

1136Kate. Go foole, and whom thou keep'st command.

1137Pet. Did euer Dian so become a Groue

1138As Kate this chamber with her princely gate:

1139O be thou Dian, and let her be Kate,