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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.
PETRUCHIO. Now, by the world, it is a lusty wench! I love her ten times more than e ' er I did: O! how I long to have some chat with her!
BAPTISTA. [ To HORTENSIO.] 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. Signior Petruchio, will you go with us, Or shall I send my daughter Kate to you?
PETRUCHIO. I pray you do. I will attend her here. [ Exeunt BAPTISTA, GREMIO, TRANIO, and HORTENSIO.]
And woo her with some spirit when she comes. Say that she rail; why, then I ' ll tell her plain She sings as sweetly as a nightingale: Say that she frown; I ' ll say she looks as clear As morning roses newly wash ' d with dew: Say she be mute, and will not speak a word; Then I ' ll commend her volubility, And say she uttereth piercing eloquence: If she do bid me pack, I ' ll give her thanks, As though she bid me stay by her a week: If she deny to wed, I ' ll crave the day When I shall ask the banns, and when be married. But here she comes; and now, Petruchio, speak.
[ Enter KATHERINA.] Good morrow, Kate; for that ' s your name, I hear.
KATHERINA. Well have you heard, but something hard of hearing: They call me Katherine that do talk of me.
PETRUCHIO. You lie, in faith, for you are call ' d plain Kate, And bonny Kate, and sometimes Kate the curst; But, Kate, the prettiest Kate in