But here she comes, and now Petruchio, speak.
Good morrow Kate, for that's your name I hear.
Well have you heard, but something hard of
hearing:
They call me Katherine that do talk of me.
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 Christendom,
Kate of Kate Hall, my super-dainty Kate,
For dainties are all Kates, and therefore
Kate
Take this of me, Kate of my consolation;
Hearing thy mildness prais'd in every town,
Thy virtues spoke of, and thy beauty sounded
–
Yet not so deeply as to thee belongs –
Myself am mov'd to woo thee for my wife.
Mov'd, in good time, let him that mov'd you
hither
Remove you hence: I knew you at the first
You were a moveable.
Why, what's a moveable?
A joint-stool.
Thou hast hit it: come, sit on me.
Asses are made to bear, and so are you.
Women are made to bear, and so are you.
No such jade as you, if me you mean.
Alas good Kate, I will not burden thee,
For knowing thee to be but young and light.
