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And every day I cannot come to woo.
Bap. After my death, the one half of my lands: And, in possession, twenty thousand crowns.
Pet. And, for that dowry, I'll assure her of
Bap. Ay, when the special thing is well obtain'd, This is,—her love; for that is all in all.
Pet. Why, that is nothing; for I tell you, father, I am as peremptory as she proud-minded; And where too raging fires meet together, They do consume the thing that feeds their fury: Though little fire grows great with little wind, Yet extreme gusts will blow out fire and all: So I to her, and so she yields to me; For I am rough, and woo not like a babe.
Bap. Well may'st thou woo, and happy be thy speed! But be thou arm'd for some unhappy words.
Pet. Ay, to the proof; as mountains are for winds, That shake not, though they blow perpetually.
Re-enter Hortensio, with his head broken.
Bap. How now, my friend? why dost thou look
so pale? Hor. For fear, I promise you, if I look pale.
Bap. What, will my daughter prove a good musician?
Hor. I think, she'll sooner prove a soldier; Iron may hold with her, but never lutes.
Bap. 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,4 And bow'd her hand to teach her fingering; When, with a most impatient devilish spirit, Frets, call you these? quoth she: /II fume with
And, with that word, she struck me on the head,
Pet. Now, by the world, it is a lusty wench;
Bap. Well, go with me, and be not so discomfited:
Proceed in practice with my younger daughter;
Pet. I pray you do; I will attend her here,—
\_Exeunt Baptista, Gremio, Tranio, and Hoktensio.
•» her frets,] A fret is that stop of a musical instrument
which causes or regulates the vibration of the string. Johnson.
4 Ana—twangling Jack;] To /wangle is a provincial expression, and signifies to flourish capriciously on an instrument, as performers often do after having tuned it, previous to their beginning a regular composition.
And woo her with some spirit when she comes.
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 call'd plain
And bonny Kate, and sometimes Kate the curst;
Kk ih. Mov'd! in good time: let him that mov'd
Remove you hence: I knew you at the first,
Pet. Why, what's a moveable? Kath. A joint-stool.8
Pet. Thou hast hit it: come, sit on me.
Kath. Asses are made to bear, and so are you. Pet. Women are made to bear, and so are you. Kath. No such jade, sir, as you, if me you
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
And yet as heavy as my weight should be.
Pet. O, slow-wing'd turtle! shall a buzzard take
Kath. Ay, for a turtle; as he takes a buzzard. Pet. Come, come, you wasp; i'faith, you are too
Kath. If I be waspish, best beware my sting.
sting? In his tail.
Kath. In his tongue.
Kath. Yours, if you talk of tails; and so fare-
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.
* A joint-stool.] This is a proverbial expression:
See Ray's Collection.
Kfiih. So may you lose your arms:
Pet. A herald, Kate? O, put me in thy books.
Kath. What is your crest? a coxcomb?
Pet. A combless cock, so Kate will be my hen.
Kath. No cock of mine, you crow too like a craven.7
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 sour.
Kath. There is, there is.
Pet. Then show it me.
Kath. Had I a glass, I would.
Pet. What, you mean my face?
Kath, Well aim'd of such a young one.
Pel. Now, by Saint George, I am tooyoungforyou.
Kath. Yet you are wither'd.
Pet. 'Tis not with cares.
Kath. 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; But slow in speech, yet sweet as spring-time flowers: Thou canst not frown, thou canst not look askance, Nor bite the lip, as angry wenches will; Nor hast thou pleasure to be cross in talk;
7 a craven.] A craven is a degenerate, dispirited cock.
Craven was a term also applied to those who in appeals of battle became recreant, and by pronouncing this word, called for quarter from their opponents; the consequence of which was they were for ever after deemed infamous.