_Pet._ Father, 'tis thus: yourself and all the world, That talk'd of her, have talk'd amiss of her: If she be curst, it is for policy, For she's not froward, but modest as the dove; 285 She is not hot, but temperate as the morn; For patience she will prove a second Grissel, And Roman Lucrece for her chastity: And to conclude, we have 'greed so well together, That upon Sunday is the wedding-day. 290 _Kath._ I'll see thee hang'd on Sunday first. _Gre._ Hark, Petruchio; she says she'll see thee hang'd first. _Tra._ Is this your speeding? nay, then, good night our part! _Pet._ Be patient, gentlemen; I choose her for myself: If she and I be pleased, what's that to you? 295 'Tis bargain'd 'twixt us twain, being alone, That she shall still be curst in company. I tell you, 'tis incredible to believe How much she loves me: O, the kindest Kate! She hung about my neck; and kiss on kiss 300 She vied so fast, protesting oath on oath, That in a twink she won me to her love. O, you are novices! 'tis a world to see, How tame, when men and women are alone, A meacock wretch can make the curstest shrew. 305 Give me thy hand, Kate: I will unto Venice, To buy apparel 'gainst the wedding-day. Provide the feast, father, and bid the guests; I will be sure my Katharine shall be fine. _Bap._ I know not what to say: but give me your hands; 310 God send you joy, Petruchio! 'tis a match. _Gre. Tra._ Amen, say we: we will be witnesses. _Pet._ Father, and wife, and gentlemen, adieu; I will to Venice; Sunday comes apace: We will have rings, and things, and fine array; 315 And, kiss me, Kate, we will be married o' Sunday. [_Exeunt Petruchio and Katharina severally._ _Gre._ Was ever match clapp'd up so suddenly? _Bap._ Faith, gentlemen, now I play a merchant's part, And venture madly on a desperate mart. _Tra._ 'Twas a commodity lay fretting by you: 320 'Twill bring you gain, or perish on the seas. _Bap._ The gain I seek is, quiet in the match. _Gre._ No doubt but he hath got a quiet catch. But now, Baptista, to your younger daughter: Now is the day we long have looked for: 325 I am your neighbour, and was suitor first. _Tra._ And I am one that love Bianca more Than words can witness, or your thoughts can guess. _Gre._ Youngling, thou canst not love so dear as I. _Tra._ Greybeard, thy love doth freeze. _Gre._ But thine doth fry. 330 Skipper, stand back: 'tis age that nourisheth. _Tra._ But youth in ladies' eyes that flourisheth.