Say that she rail, why then I’ll tell her plain 178 She sings as sweetly as a nightingale. 179 Say that she frown, I’ll say she looks as clear 180 As morning roses newly washed with dew. 181 Say she be mute and will not speak a word, 182 Then I’ll commend her volubility 183 And say she uttereth piercing eloquence.
BAPTISTA . . .
Signior Petruchio, will you go with us, 174
Or shall I send my daughter Kate to you? 175
PETRUCHIO
I pray you do. I’ll attend her here—176
All but Petruchio exit.
And woo her with some spirit when she comes! 177
Say that she rail, why then I’ll tell her plain 178
She sings as sweetly as a nightingale. 179
Say that she frown, I’ll say she looks as clear 180
As morning roses newly washed with dew. 181
Say she be mute and will not speak a word, 182
Then I’ll commend her volubility 183
And say she uttereth piercing eloquence. 184
If she do bid me pack, I’ll give her thanks 185
As though she bid me stay by her a week. 186
If she deny to wed, I’ll crave the day 187
When I shall ask the banns, and when be marrièd. 188
But here she comes—and now, Petruchio, speak. 189
Enter Katherine.
Good morrow, Kate, for that’s your name, I hear. 190
