Pet. Nay, come, Kate, come; you must not look fo four.

Kath. It is my fashion, when I see a crab.

Pet. Why, here's no crab; and therefore look not four.

Kath. There is, there is.

Pet. Then fhew it me.

Kath. Had I a glass, I would.

Pet. What, you mean my face?

Kath. Well aim'd of fuch a young one.

Pet. Now, by faint George, I am too young for you.
Kath. Yet you are wither'd.

Pet. Tis with cares.

Kath. I care not.

Pet. Nay, hear you, Kate: in footh, you 'fcape not fo.

Kath. I chafe you, if I tarry; let me go.

Pet. No, not a whit; I find you paffing gentle. 'Twas told me, you were rough, and coy, and fullen, And now I find report a very liar;

For thou art pleafant, gamefome, paffing courteous,
But flow in fpeech, yet fweet as fpring-time flowers:
Thou canst not frown, thou canst not look afkance.
Nor bite the lip as angry wenches will;

Nor haft thou pleafure to be cross in talk;
But thou with mildnefs entertain'ft thy wooers,
With gentle conference, soft and affable.
Why doth the world report that Kate doth limp?
O flanderous world! Kate, like the hazle-twig,
is ftrait, and flender; and as brown in hue
As hazle nuts, and fweeter than the kernels.
O, let me fee thee walk: thou doft not halt.
Kath. Go, fool, and whom thou keep'ft command.

9 Go fool, and whom thou keep ft command.] This is exactly the П»ooáμ¤ izíraces of Theocritus, Eid. xv. v. ga. and yet would not be pofitive that Shakspeare had ever read even a tranf lution of Theocritus. TRWHIT.

Pet

Pet. Did ever Dian fo become a grove, As Kate this chamber with her princely gait? O, be thou Dian, and let her be Kate; And then let Kate be chafte, and Dian sportful! Kath. Where did you study all this goodly speech? Pet. It is extempore, from my mother-wit. Kath. A witty mother! witlefs elfe her fon. Pet. Am I not wife'?

Kath, Yes; keep you warm.

Pet. Marry, fo I mean, fweet Katharine, in thy bed: And therefore, fetting all this chat afide,

Thus in plain terms:-Your father hath confented
That you fhall be my wife; your dowry 'greed on;
And, will you, nill you, I will marry you.
Now, Kate, I am a hufband for your turn;
For, by this light, whereby I fee thy beauty,
(Thy beauty, that doth make me like thee well)
Thou must be married to no man but me:
For I am he am born to tame you, Kate;
And bring you from a wild Cat to a Kate 3
Conformable, as other houthold Kates.
Here comes your father; never make denial,
I muft and will have Katharine to my wife.

Am I not wife?

Yes; keep you warm.]

So, in Beaumont and Fletcher's Scornful Lady:

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your house has been kept warm, fir. "I am glad to hear it; pray God, you are wife too."

Again, in our poet's Much Ado about Nothing:

that if he has wit enough to keep himself warm.?

STEEVENS.

2-nill you,] So, in the Death of Robert Earl of Huntington, 1601:

"Will you or will you, you must yet go in."

Again, in Damon and Pythias, 1582:

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"Neede hath no law; will I, or nill I, it must be done." STEEVENS.

a vild Kate to a Kate

Conformable,]

Thus the folic, and the quarto 1631. The fecond folio readsa wild Kat to a Kate, &c. STEEVENS.

Re-enter

Re-enter Baptifta, Gremio, and Tranio.

Bap. Now, fignior Petruchio; how speed you with my daughter?

Pet. How but well, fir? how but well? It were impoffible, I fhould fpeed amifs. Bap. Why, how now, daughter Katharine in your dumps?

Kath. Call you me daughter? now, I promise you,
You have fhew'd a tender fatherly regard,
To with me wed to one half lunatick;

A mad-cap ruffian, and a swearing Jack,
That thinks with oaths to face the matter out.
Pet. Father, 'tis thus,-yourfelf and all the world,
That talk'd of her, have talk'd amifs of her;
If the be curft, it is for policy :

For fhe's not froward, but modeft as the dove;
She is not hot, but temperate as the morn;
For patience fhe will prove a fecond Griffel 4;
And Roman Lucrece fór her chastity:

And to conclude,-we have 'greed fo well together,
That upon Sunday is the wedding-day.
Kath. I'll fee thee hang'd on Sunday first.

Gre. Hark, Petruchio! fhe fays fhe'll fee thee hang'd firft.

Tra. Is this your fpeeding? nay, then, good night our part!

Pet. Be patient, gentlemen; I chufe her for myself; If the and I be pleas'd, what's that to you? 'Tis bargain'd 'twixt us twain, being alone,

a fecond Griffel; &c.] So, in the Fair Maid of

Bristow, 1605, bl. 1.

"I will become as mild and dutiful

"As ever Griffel was unto her lord,

"And for my conftancy as Lucrece was.

There is a play entered at Stationers' Hall, May 28, 1599, called "The plaie of Patient Griffel." Bocaccio was the inventor of the ftory, and Chaucer copied in it his Clerke of Oxenforde's Tale. STEEVENS,

That the fhall ftill be curft in company.

I tell you, 'tis incredible to believe

How much he loves me: Oh, the kindeft Kate!-
She hung about my neck; and kifs on kiss
She vy'd fo faft, protesting oath to oath,
That in a twink fhe won me to her love.
Oh, 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 :
Provide the feaft, father, and bid the guests;
I will be fure, my Katharine fhall be fine.

Bap. I know not what to fay: but give me your

hands;

God fend you joy, Petruchio! 'tis a match.

Gre. Tra. Amen, fay we; we will be witneffes. Pet. Father, and wife, and gentlemen, adieu; I will to Venice, Sunday comes apace:-We will have rings, and things, and fine array; And kifs me, Kate, we will be married o'Sunday. [Exeunt Petruchio, and Katharine feverally.

kifs on kifs

She vy'd fo faft

Vie and revye were terms at cards, now fuperfeded by the more modern word, brag. Our author has in another place, "time revyes us," which has been unneceffarily altered. The words were frequently ufed in a fenfe fomewhat remote from their original one. In the famous trial of the feven bishops, the chief juftice fays, "We must not permit vying and revying upon one another." See vol. iv. p. 126. FARMER.

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-'tis a world to fee,] i. e. It is wonderful to fee. See vol. ii. p. 342. STEEVENS.

7 -a meacock wretch,] i. e, a timorous daftardly creature. So, in Decker's Honeft Whore, 1635:

"A woman's well holp up with fuch a meacock.”

Again, in Glapthorne's Hollander, 1640:

"They are like my hufband; mere meacocks verily."

Again, in Apius and Virginia, 1575:

As ftout as a ftockfish, as meek as a meacock.

STEEVENS.

Gre

Gre. Was ever match clap'd up fo fuddenly? Bap. Faith, gentlemen, now I play a merchant's part,

And venture madly on a defperate mart.

Tra. 'Twas a coinmodity lay fretting by you: "Twill bring you gain, or perith on the feas. 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 witnefs, or your thoughts can guess.
Gre. Youngling! thou canst not love fo dear as 1.
Tra. Grey-beard! thy love doth freeze.
Gre. But thine doth fry3.

Skipper, stand back; 'tis age that nourisheth.
Tra. But youth, in ladies' eyes that flourisheth.
Bap. Content you, gentlemen; I will compound
this itrife:

"Tis deeds, muft 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?

But thine doth fry.] Old Gremio's notions are confirmed by Shadwell:

"The fire of love in youthful blood,
"Like what is kindled in brufb-wood,
"But for a moment burns·

"But when crept into aged veins,

It flowly burns, and long remains,

"It glows, and with a fullen heat,

"Like fire in logs, it burns, and warms us long;

"And though the flame be not fo great,

"Yet is the heat as frong." JOHNSON.

A fimilar thought occurs in A Woman never Vex'd, a comedy

by Rowley, 1632:

*My old dry wood shall make a lufty bonfire, when thy green chips lie hifling in the chimney-corner." STEEVENS.

Gre