Well, Petruchio, all this is very encouraging. I’ll visit my widow now, and if she proves difficult to manage, I’ll know how to make myself impossible.

Well, sir, and you, witty lady, who gave me quite a turn with your strange talk, my name is Vincentio, my hometown Pisa, and I am traveling to Padua to visit a son of mine whom I haven’t seen in a long while.

Tell me, sweet Kate, and tell me truly, have you ever seen a young gentlewoman blooming more with health? The way the shades of white and red compete in her complexion.

So go and put your stamp on the girl.

Your son will have my consent to marry my daughter.

and in view of the love between your daughter and my son, I’m willing to give my consent to his marriage right away.

Is the snake better than the eel because the pattern on his back pleases the eye?

Master, if ever I said “ loose-bodied gownGrumio acts if “loose-bodied” meant intended for a loose womanloose-bodied gown ,” sew me into the skirts of it and beat me to death with a bobbin of brown thread. I said “a gown.”

You’ve facedTo face means to decorate with trim.faced many things, haven’t you?

and if you can’t take it, then you’d better plug your ears.

bsolutely not. You’ll take the mustard or you’ll get no beef from Grumio.

What do you say to a calf’s foot?

The more I suffer, the more spiteful he becomes.

Oh dear, oh dear. This is very bad, very bad. I have promissory notes from Florence that I have to deliver.

LUCENTIO and BIANCA exit.

I’m willing to join you in swearing her off for good, if you like.

I though you said your precious Bianca loved no one better than you, Lucentio!

I tell you, though, it’s incredible how much she loves me. Darling Kate! She hung about my neck, smothering me with kisses,

You have the nerve to call me daughter? I

Here comes your father. Don’t even think about refusing.

your father has consented for you to become my wife. Your dowry is agreed upon, and whether you like it or not, I will marry you. I tell you, I’m the man for you, Kate.

Maybe, but you’re wrinkled all the same.

I’ll give up my combCock = rooster. The comb was the symbol of a rooster’s masculinity, so Petruchio is willing to be “unmanned” for her.comb, if you’ll be my hen. 220 KATHERINE No cock of mine. You crow too like a craven. KATHERINE Your cock is not for me. It has no fighting spirit.

She strikes him.

Come, my little wasp—you’re too angry.

Women are made for bearingA double pun—“to bear,” here, means first “to bear weight” and second “to give birth to children.”bearing, and so are you.

Liar. In fact, you’re called Kate, plain Kate—and pretty Kate, and sometimes Kate the shrew. But it’s definitely Kate—the prettiest Kate in the world, Katie, Kitty, Kat-woman, the Kate-ster—and so, Kate, here’s my pitch: that having heard your charming disposition praised—

’ll tell her how much I’m looking forward to the announcement and the wedding. But here she comes. Here goes!

No, but she’s taught me a thing or two! All I said was that she was using the wrong frets and tried to adjust her fingering. And she jumps up and says, “Frets? I’ll give you frets!” With that, she clobbers me with the lute so that my head goes right through,

So, tell me, assuming I win your daughter’s love, what dowry would she bring to the marriage?

I can’t make this wooing into a daily thing.

My contribution toward the education of your daughters is a lute and this small package of Greek and Latin books

You and he are both welcome, sir. As for my daughter Katherine, this much I know: she’s not for you—more’s the pity.

GREMIO enters with LUCENTIO, dressed as a poor man; PETRUCHIO enters with HORTENSIO, disguised as a musician; TRANIO, disguised as LUCENTIO, enters with BIONDELLO, who is carrying a lute and books.

I must dance barefoot on her wedding day.

She mocks me with her silence, and I’ll get my revenge on her.

KATHERINE strikes her.

“comontyWith “comonty,” Sly is trying to say “comedy” but gets the word wrong, never having heard it before.comonty?”

They say that too much suffering has made your blood coagulate,

My husband is my lord and my lord is my husband. For I am your all-obedient wife.

You have a noble wife who is much more beautiful than any other woman in this declining age.

a keeper of trained bears

An onion will do well for such a shift,

Bartholomew, and dress him up like a noble lady.

I have forgot your name, but sure that part Was aptly fitted and naturally performed.

And hang it round with all my wanton pictures.

You’re a fool. If Echo were as fast, he would be worth a dozen like Belman.

O monstrous beast, how like a swine he lies!

No, not a denier. Go by, Saint Jeronimy. Go to thy cold bed and warm thee.

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