ACT
II SCENE I
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Padua.
A room in BAPTISTA'S house.
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Enter
KATHARINA and BIANCA
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BIANCA
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Good
sister, wrong me not, nor wrong yourself,
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To
make a bondmaid and a slave of me;
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That
I disdain: but for these other gawds,
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Unbind
my hands, I'll pull them off myself,
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Yea,
all my raiment, to my petticoat;
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Or
what you will command me will I do,
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So
well I know my duty to my elders.
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KATHARINA
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Of
all thy suitors, here I charge thee, tell
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Whom
thou lovest best: see thou dissemble not.
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BIANCA
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Believe
me, sister, of all the men alive
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I
never yet beheld that special face
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Which
I could fancy more than any other.
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KATHARINA
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Minion,
thou liest. Is't not Hortensio?
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BIANCA
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If
you affect him, sister, here I swear
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I'll
plead for you myself, but you shall have
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him.
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KATHARINA
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O
then, belike, you fancy riches more:
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You
will have Gremio to keep you fair.
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BIANCA
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Is it
for him you do envy me so?
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Nay
then you jest, and now I well perceive
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You
have but jested with me all this while:
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I
prithee, sister Kate, untie my hands.
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KATHARINA
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If
that be jest, then all the rest was so.
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Strikes
her
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Enter
BAPTISTA
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BAPTISTA
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Why,
how now, dame! whence grows this insolence?
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Bianca,
stand aside. Poor girl! she weeps.
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Go
ply thy needle; meddle not with her.
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For
shame, thou helding of a devilish spirit,
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Why
dost thou wrong her that did ne'er wrong thee?
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When
did she cross thee with a bitter word?
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KATHARINA
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Her
silence flouts me, and I'll be revenged.
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Flies
after BIANCA
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BAPTISTA
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What,
in my sight? Bianca, get thee in.
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Exit
BIANCA
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KATHARINA
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What,
will you not suffer me? Nay,
now I see
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She
is your treasure, she must have a husband;
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I
must dance bare-foot on her wedding day
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And for
your love to her lead apes in hell.
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Talk
not to me: I will go sit and weep
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Till
I can find occasion of revenge.
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Exit
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BAPTISTA
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Was
ever gentleman thus grieved as I?
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But
who comes here?
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Petruchio
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Enter
;PETRUCHIO,
Good
morrow, sir
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BAPTISTA
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Good
morrow
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God
save you, gentleman!
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PETRUCHIO
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And
you, good sir! Pray, have you not a daughter
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Call'd
Katharina, fair and virtuous?
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BAPTISTA
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I
have a daughter, sir, called Katharina.
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PETRUCHIO
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Then
tell me, if I get your daughter's love,
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What
dowry shall I have with her to wife?
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BAPTISTA
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Whence
are you, sir? what may I call your name?
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PETRUCHIO
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Signior
Baptista, my business asketh haste,
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And
every day I cannot come to woo.
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I am
a gentleman of Verona, sir,
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That,
hearing of her beauty and her wit,
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Her
affability and bashful modesty,
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Her
wondrous qualities and mild behavior,
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Am
bold to show myself a forward guest
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Within
your house, to make mine eye the witness
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Of
that report which I so oft have heard.
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Petruchio
is my name; Antonio's son,
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A man
well known throughout all Italy.
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BAPTISTA
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I
know him well: you are welcome for his sake.
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PETRUCHIO
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Then
tell me, if I get your daughter's love,
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What
dowry shall I have with her to wife?
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BAPTISTA
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After
my death the one half of my lands,
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And
in possession twenty thousand crowns.
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PETRUCHIO
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And,
for that dowry, I'll assure her of
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Her
widowhood, be it that she survive me,
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In
all my lands and leases whatsoever:
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….all
my lands and leases whatsoever:
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BAPTISTA
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Ay,
when the special thing is well obtain'd,
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That
is, her love; for that is all in all.
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PETRUCHIO
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Why,
that is nothing: for I tell you, father,
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I am
as peremptory as she proud-minded;
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So I
to her and so she yields to me;
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For I
am rough and woo not like a babe.
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BAPTISTA
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Signior
Petruchio, will you go with us,
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Or
shall I send my daughter Kate to you?
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PETRUCHIO
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I
pray you do.
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Exit BAPTISTA
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PETRUCHIO
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I
will attend her here,
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And
woo her with some spirit when she comes.
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Say
that she rail; why then I'll tell her plain
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She
sings as sweetly as a nightingale:
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Say
that she frown, I'll say she looks as clear
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As
morning roses newly wash'd with dew…
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But
here she comes; and now, Petruchio, speak.
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ENTER
KATHARINA
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PETRUCHIO
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Good
morrow, Kate; for that's your name, I hear.
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Well
have you heard, but something hard of hearing:
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KATHARINA
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They
call me Katharina that do talk of me.
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You
lie, in faith; for you are call'd plain Kate,
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PETRUCHIO
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And
bonny Kate and sometimes Kate the curst;
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But
Kate, the prettiest Kate in Christendom
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Kate
of Kate Hall, my super-dainty Kate,
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For
dainties are all Kates, and therefore, Kate,
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Take
this of me, Kate of my consolation;
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Hearing
thy mildness praised in every town,
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Thy
virtues spoke of, and thy beauty sounded,
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Yet
not so deeply as to thee belongs,
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Myself
am moved to woo thee for my wife.
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Moved!
in good time: let him that moved you hither
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KATHARINA
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Remove
you hence: I knew you at the first
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You
were a moveable.
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Why,
what's a moveable?
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PETRUCHIO
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A
join'd-stool.
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KATHARINA
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Thou
hast hit it: come, sit on me.
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PETRUCHIO
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Asses
are made to bear, and so are you.
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KATHARINA
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Women
are made to bear, and so are you.
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PETRUCHIO
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No
such jade as you, if me you mean.
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KATHARINA
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Alas!
good Kate, I will not burden thee;
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PETRUCHIO
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For,
knowing thee to be but young and light--
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Too
light for such a swain as you to catch;
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Good
Kate; I am a gentleman.
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KATHARINA
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That
I'll try.
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She
strikes him
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PETRUCHIO
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I
swear I'll cuff you, if you strike again.
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PETRUCHIO
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Come,
come, you wasp; i' faith, you are too angry.
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KATHARINA
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If I
be waspish, best beware my sting.
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PETRUCHIO
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My
remedy is then, to pluck it out.
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KATHARINA
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Ay,
if the fool could find it where it lies,
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PETRUCHIO
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Who
knows not where a wasp does
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PETRUCHIO
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wear
his sting? In his tail.
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KATHARINA
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In
his tongue.
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PETRUCHIO
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Whose
tongue?
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KATHARINA
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Yours,
if you talk of tails: and so farewell.
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PETRUCHIO
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Thou
must be married to no man but me;
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For I
am he am born to tame you Kate,
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And
bring you from a wild Kate to a Kate
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Conformable
as other household Kates.
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Here
comes your father: never make denial;
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I
must and will have Katharina to my wife.
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Re-enter
BAPTISTA
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BAPTISTA
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Now,
Signior Petruchio, how speed you with my daughter?
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PETRUCHIO
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How
but well, sir? how but well?
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It
were impossible I should speed amiss.
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BAPTISTA
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Why,
how now, daughter Katharina! in your dumps?
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KATHARINA
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Call
you me daughter? now, I promise you
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You
have show'd a tender fatherly regard,
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To
wish me wed to one half lunatic;
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PETRUCHIO
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Father,
'tis thus: yourself and all the world,
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That
talk'd of her, have talk'd amiss of her:
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If
she be curst, it is for policy,
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And
to conclude, we have 'greed so well together,
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That
upon Sunday is the wedding-day.
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