_Kath._ Yet you are wither'd. _Pet._ 'Tis 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. 235 '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, 240 Nor bite the lip, as angry wenches will, Nor hast thou pleasure to be cross in talk, But thou with mildness entertain'st thy wooers, With gentle conference, soft and affable. Why does the world report that Kate doth limp? 245 O slanderous world! Kate like the hazel-twig Is straight and slender and as brown in hue As hazel-nuts and sweeter than the kernels. O, let me see thee walk: thou dost not halt. _Kath._ Go, fool, and whom thou keep'st command. 250 _Pet._ Did ever Dian so 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 chaste and Dian sportful! _Kath._ Where did you study all this goodly speech? 255 _Pet._ It is extempore, from my mother-wit. _Kath._ A witty mother! witless else her son. _Pet._ Am I not wise? _Kath._ Yes; keep you warm. _Pet._ Marry, so I mean, sweet Katharine, in thy bed: And therefore, setting all this chat aside, 260 Thus in plain terms: your father hath consented That you shall be my wife; your dowry 'greed on; And, will you, nill you, I will marry you. Now, Kate, I am a husband for your turn; For, by this light, whereby I see thy beauty, 265 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 Kate to a Kate Conformable as other household Kates. 270 Here comes your father: never make denial; I must and will have Katharine to my wife. _Re-enter_ BAPTISTA, GREMIO, _and_ TRANIO. _Bap._ Now, Signior Petruchio, how speed you with my daughter? _Pet._ How but well, sir? how but well? It were impossible I should speed amiss. 275 _Bap._ Why, how now, daughter Katharine! in your dumps? _Kath._ Call you me daughter? now, I promise you You have show'd a tender fatherly regard, To wish me wed to one half lunatic; A mad-cap ruffian and a swearing Jack, 280 That thinks with oaths to face the matter out.