Page 1457 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1

She hung about my neck, and kiss on kiss
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, [305]
A meacock wretch can make the curstest shrew.
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 Katherine shall be fine. [310]

BAPT IST A

I know not what to say, but give me your hands.
God send you joy, Petruchio, ’tis a match.

GREMIO, TRANIO

Amen, say we. We will be witnesses.

PET RUCHIO

Father, and wife, and gentlemen, adieu,
I will to Venice; Sunday comes apace. [315]
We will have rings, and things, and fine array,
And kiss me, Kate, we will be married o’ Sunday.

Exeunt Petruchio and Katherina.

GREMIO

Was ever match clapp’d up so suddenly?

BAPT IST A

Faith, gentlemen, now I play a merchant’s part,
And venture madly on a desperate mart. [320]

T RANIO

’Twas a commodity lay fretting by you,
’Twill bring you gain, or perish on the seas.

BAPT IST A

The gain I seek is quiet in the match.

GREMIO