ACT 1
Scene 1
...Padua shall beget.
Enter Baptista with his two daughters, Katherine and Bianca; Gremio, a pantaloon, and Hortensio, suitors to Bianca.
...you any wife?
to Baptista
I pray you, sir, is it your will
To make a stale of me amongst these mates?
...gentler, milder mold.
I’ faith, sir, you shall never need to fear.
Iwis it is not halfway to her heart.
But if it were, doubt not her care should be
To comb your noddle with a three-legged stool
And paint your face and use you like a fool.
...less, my girl.
A pretty peat! It is best
Put finger in the eye, an she knew why.
...commune with Bianca.
Why, and I trust I may go too, may I not?
What, shall I be appointed hours as though, belike,
I knew not what to take and what to leave? Ha!
She exits.
ACT 2
Scene 1
...your ben venuto.
Enter Katherine and Bianca with her hands tied.
...to my elders.
Of all thy suitors here I charge thee tell
Whom thou lov’st best. See thou dissemble not.
...than any other.
Minion, thou liest. Is ’t not Hortensio?
...shall have him.
O, then belike you fancy riches more.
You will have Gremio to keep you fair.
...untie my hands.
Katherine strikes her.
If that be jest, then all the rest was so.
...a bitter word?
Her silence flouts me, and I’ll be revenged!
She flies after Bianca.
...get thee in.
What, will you not suffer me? Nay, now I see
She is your treasure, she must have a husband,
I must dance barefoot on her wedding day
And, for your love to her, lead apes in hell.
Talk not to me. I will go sit and weep
Till I can find occasion of revenge.
She exits.
...now, Petruchio, speak.
Enter Katherine.
...name, I hear.
Well have you heard, but something hard of hearing.
They call me Katherine that do talk of me.
...for my wife.
“Moved,” in good time! Let him that moved you hither
Remove you hence. I knew you at the first
You were a movable.
...what’s a movable?
A joint stool.
...sit on me.
Asses are made to bear, and so are you.
...so are you.
No such jade as you, if me you mean.
...young and light—
Too light for such a swain as you to catch,
And yet as heavy as my weight should be.
...“Should be”—should buzz!
Well ta’en, and like a buzzard.
...buzzard take thee?
Ay, for a turtle, as he takes a buzzard.
...are too angry.
If I be waspish, best beware my sting.
...pluck it out.
Ay, if the fool could find it where it lies.
...In his tail.
In his tongue.
... Whose tongue?
Yours, if you talk of tales, and so farewell.
...am a gentleman—
That I’ll try.
She strikes him.
...you strike again.
So may you lose your arms.
If you strike me, you are no gentleman,
And if no gentleman, why then no arms.
...in thy books.
What is your crest? A coxcomb?
...be my hen.
No cock of mine. You crow too like a craven.
...look so sour.
It is my fashion when I see a crab.
...look not sour.
There is, there is.
...show it me.
Had I a glass, I would.
...mean my face?
Well aimed of such a young one.
...young for you.
Yet you are withered.
...’Tis with cares.
I care not.
...’scape not so.
I chafe you if I tarry. Let me go.
...dost not halt.
Go, fool, and whom thou keep’st command.
...and Dian sportful.
Where did you study all this goodly speech?
...my mother wit.
A witty mother, witless else her son.
...I not wise?
Yes, keep you warm.
...your dumps?
Call you me daughter? Now I promise you
You have showed a tender fatherly regard,
To wish me wed to one half lunatic,
A madcap ruffian and a swearing Jack,
That thinks with oaths to face the matter out.
...the wedding day.
I’ll see thee hanged on Sunday first.
...married o’ Sunday.
Petruchio and Katherine exit through different doors.
ACT 3
Scene 2
...thee by changing.
Enter Baptista, Gremio, Tranio as Lucentio, Katherine, Bianca, Lucentio as Cambio, and others, Attendants.
...shame of ours?
No shame but mine. I must, forsooth, be forced
To give my hand, opposed against my heart,
Unto a mad-brain rudesby, full of spleen,
Who wooed in haste and means to wed at leisure.
I told you, I, he was a frantic fool,
Hiding his bitter jests in blunt behavior,
And, to be noted for a merry man,
He’ll woo a thousand, ’point the day of marriage,
Make friends, invite, and proclaim the banns,
Yet never means to wed where he hath wooed.
Now must the world point at poor Katherine
And say “Lo, there is mad Petruchio’s wife,
If it would please him come and marry her.”
...withal he’s honest.
Would Katherine had never seen him, though!
She exits weeping.
...the minstrels play.
Enter Petruchio, Katherine, Bianca, Hortensio, Baptista, Grumio, and Attendants.
...It cannot be.
Let me entreat you.
...I am content.
Are you content to stay?
...how you can.
Now, if you love me, stay.
...eaten the horses.
Nay, then,
Do what thou canst, I will not go today,
No, nor tomorrow, not till I please myself.
The door is open, sir. There lies your way.
You may be jogging whiles your boots are green.
For me, I’ll not be gone till I please myself.
’Tis like you’ll prove a jolly surly groom,
That take it on you at the first so roundly.
...be not angry.
I will be angry. What hast thou to do?—
Father, be quiet. He shall stay my leisure.
...begins to work.
Gentlemen, forward to the bridal dinner.
I see a woman may be made a fool
If she had not a spirit to resist.
...against a million.
Petruchio and Katherine exit, with Grumio.
ACT 4
Scene 1
...hear my master.
Enter Petruchio and Katherine.
...Kate, and welcome.
They sit at a table.
...hits the Servant.
Patience, I pray you, ’twas a fault unwilling.
...with you straight.
I pray you, husband, be not so disquiet.
The meat was well, if you were so contented.
...thy bridal chamber.
They exit.
Scene 3
...as becomes you.
Enter Katherine and Grumio.
...for my life.
The more my wrong, the more his spite appears.
What, did he marry me to famish me?
Beggars that come unto my father’s door
Upon entreaty have a present alms.
If not, elsewhere they meet with charity.
But I, who never knew how to entreat,
Nor never needed that I should entreat,
Am starved for meat, giddy for lack of sleep,
With oaths kept waking and with brawling fed.
And that which spites me more than all these wants,
He does it under name of perfect love,
As who should say, if I should sleep or eat
’Twere deadly sickness or else present death.
I prithee, go, and get me some repast,
I care not what, so it be wholesome food.
...a neat’s foot?
’Tis passing good. I prithee let me have it.
...tripe finely broiled?
I like it well. Good Grumio, fetch it me.
...beef and mustard?
A dish that I do love to feed upon.
...hot a little.
Why then, the beef, and let the mustard rest.
...beef of Grumio.
Then both, or one, or any thing thou wilt.
...without the beef.
Go, get thee gone, thou false deluding slave, She beats him.
That feed’st me with the very name of meat.
Sorrow on thee, and all the pack of you
That triumph thus upon my misery.
Go, get thee gone, I say.
...Mistress, what cheer?
Faith, as cold as can be.
...away this dish.
I pray you, let it stand.
...touch the meat.
I thank you, sir.
...Kate, eat apace.
Katherine and Hortensio prepare to eat.
...have a bigger.
I’ll have no bigger. This doth fit the time,
And gentlewomen wear such caps as these.
...be in haste.
Why, sir, I trust I may have leave to speak,
And speak I will. I am no child, no babe.
Your betters have endured me say my mind,
And if you cannot, best you stop your ears.
My tongue will tell the anger of my heart,
Or else my heart, concealing it, will break,
And, rather than it shall, I will be free
Even to the uttermost, as I please, in words.
...lik’st it not.
Love me, or love me not, I like the cap,
And it I will have, or I will have none.
...best of it.
I never saw a better-fashioned gown,
More quaint, more pleasing, nor more commendable.
Belike you mean to make a puppet of me.
...by dinner time.
I dare assure you, sir, ’tis almost two,
And ’twill be supper time ere you come there.
...command the sun!
They exit.
Scene 5
...go without her.
Enter Petruchio, Katherine, Hortensio, and Servants.
...shines the moon!
The moon? The sun! It is not moonlight now.
...shines so bright.
I know it is the sun that shines so bright.
...shall never go.
Forward, I pray, since we have come so far,
And be it moon, or sun, or what you please.
And if you please to call it a rush candle,
Henceforth I vow it shall be so for me.
...is the moon.
I know it is the moon.
...the blessèd sun.
Then God be blest, it is the blessèd sun.
But sun it is not, when you say it is not,
And the moon changes even as your mind.
What you will have it named, even that it is,
And so it shall be so for Katherine.
...of him.
Young budding virgin, fair and fresh and sweet,
Whither away, or where is thy abode?
Happy the parents of so fair a child!
Happier the man whom favorable stars
Allots thee for his lovely bedfellow.
...sayst he is.
Pardon, old father, my mistaking eyes
That have been so bedazzled with the sun
That everything I look on seemeth green.
Now I perceive thou art a reverend father.
Pardon, I pray thee, for my mad mistaking.
...made thee jealous.
All but Hortensio exit.
ACT 5
Scene 1
...all this while.
Enter Petruchio, Katherine, Vincentio, Grumio, with Attendants.
...of this controversy.
They move aside.
...of the feast.
Husband, let’s follow to see the end of
this ado.
...and we will.
What, in the midst of the street?
...ashamed of me?
No, sir, God forbid, but ashamed to kiss.
...sirrah, let’s away.
Nay, I will give thee a kiss.She kisses him.
Now pray thee, love, stay.
...never too late.
They exit.
Scene 2
Enter Baptista, Vincentio, Gremio, the Merchant, Lucentio, and Bianca; Hortensio and the Widow, Petruchio and Katherine; Tranio, Biondello, and Grumio, with Servingmen bringing in a banquet.
...well as eat.
They sit.
... Roundly replied.
Mistress, how mean you that?
...that, good widow.
“He that is giddy thinks the world turns round”—
I pray you tell me what you meant by that.
...know my meaning.
A very mean meaning.
...I mean you.
And I am mean indeed, respecting you.
...are welcome all.
Bianca, Katherine, and the Widow exit.
...there an end.
Enter Katherine.
...here comes Katherina!
What is your will, sir, that you send for me?
...and Hortensio’s wife?
They sit conferring by the parlor fire.
...them hither straight.
Katherine exits.
...virtue and obedience.
Enter Katherine, Bianca, and Widow.
...throw it underfoot.
She obeys.
...begin with her.
Fie, fie! Unknit that threat’ning unkind brow,
And dart not scornful glances from those eyes
To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor.
It blots thy beauty as frosts do bite the meads,
Confounds thy fame as whirlwinds shake fair buds,
And in no sense is meet or amiable.
A woman moved is like a fountain troubled,
Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty,
And while it is so, none so dry or thirsty
Will deign to sip or touch one drop of it.
Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper,
Thy head, thy sovereign, one that cares for thee,
And for thy maintenance commits his body
To painful labor both by sea and land,
To watch the night in storms, the day in cold,
Whilst thou liest warm at home, secure and safe,
And craves no other tribute at thy hands
But love, fair looks, and true obedience—
Too little payment for so great a debt.
Such duty as the subject owes the prince,
Even such a woman oweth to her husband;
And when she is froward, peevish, sullen, sour,
And not obedient to his honest will,
What is she but a foul contending rebel
And graceless traitor to her loving lord?
I am ashamed that women are so simple
To offer war where they should kneel for peace,
Or seek for rule, supremacy, and sway
When they are bound to serve, love, and obey.
Why are our bodies soft and weak and smooth,
Unapt to toil and trouble in the world,
But that our soft conditions and our hearts
Should well agree with our external parts?
Come, come, you froward and unable worms!
My mind hath been as big as one of yours,
My heart as great, my reason haply more,
To bandy word for word and frown for frown;
But now I see our lances are but straws,
Our strength as weak, our weakness past compare,
That seeming to be most which we indeed least are.
Then vail your stomachs, for it is no boot,
And place your hands below your husband’s foot;
In token of which duty, if he please,
My hand is ready, may it do him ease.
...kiss me, Kate.
They kiss.
...you good night.
Petruchio and Katherine exit.