I'm in love with this girl but she can't get married until her sister is. mark'd you not how her sister. That take it on you at the first so roundly. Nay, I have ta'en you napping, gentle love. But is it true? Playing Shakespeare with Deutsche Bank is a Globe Education project.© 2017 The Shakespeare Globe Trust. Yes, by Saint Anne, do I. here, sir! And I, to sound the depth of this knavery. And, with that word, she struck me on the head. Keep house and ply his book, welcome his friends, Nor can we lie distinguish'd by our faces. More quaint, more pleasing, nor more commendable: Why, true; he means to make a puppet of thee. To gain access to the younger sister, he disguises herself as a music teacher called Licio with Petruchio’s help, but on his first lesson Katherina beats him up, breaking his lute over his head. Go by, Jeronimy: go to thy cold, Third, or fourth, or fifth borough, I'll answer him. In her chamber, making a sermon of continency to her; And rails, and swears, and rates, that she, poor soul. No; if without more words you will get you hence. Lucentio, you shall supply the bridegroom's place: Shall sweet Bianca practise how to bride it? Sirrah, get you hence. O sir, such a life, with such a wife, were strange! Come, Kate, sit down; I know you have a stomach. The Taming of the Shrew, comedy in five acts by William Shakespeare, written sometime in 1590–94 and first printed in the First Folio of 1623. is supper ready, the house, trimmed, rushes strewed, cobwebs swept; the, serving-men in their new fustian, their white. 'Tis much. Thou liest, thou thread. And burn sweet wood to make the lodging sweet: And if he chance to speak, be ready straight, Say 'What is it your honour will command?'. But here she comes; and now, Petruchio, speak. O slanderous world! and let the world slip: we shall ne'er be younger. But come; since this bar in law makes us, friends, it shall be so far forth friendly, maintained all by helping Baptista's eldest daughter. Some water, here; what, ho! pray, what's the news? O, that once more you knew but what you are! and gaze your fill. What, no man at door. Master, master! Biondello, hie you home. I tell thee, I, that thou hast marr'd her gown. The power of love is strong enough to open the hearts of powerful […], “Be not afeard. But what talk I of this? With such austerity as 'longeth to a father. He that knows better how to tame a shrew, Is't possible, friend Licio, that Mistress Bianca. Mistress, what's your opinion of your sister? I think 'twas Soto that your honour means. Why, she comes to borrow nothing of them. Was aptly fitted and naturally perform'd. […], Striving for True Desires Sometimes aiming for basic, minimal goals instead of striving for greater desires produces sub-standard results. Unfortunately Katherina scares away any potential husband because she is so unruly, so to fix this I have convinced my friend Petruchio to pursue her. Seeing her kissing a mere schoolmaster, he vows to give her up as being unworthy of him. Or both dissemble deeply their affections: And therefore, if you say no more than this, That like a father you will deal with him. Your honour's players, heating your amendment. Biondello, let's away. Believe me, lord, I think he cannot choose. These fifteen years you have been in a dream; Or when you waked, so waked as if you slept. the carpets laid, and every thing in order? Your lecture shall have leisure for as much. Or. Travel you far on, or are you at the farthest? Father, be quiet; he shall stay my leisure. With oath kept waking and with brawling fed: And that which spites me more than all these wants. HORTENSIO I say, a husband. I know her father, though I know not her; I will not sleep, Hortensio, till I see her; And therefore let me be thus bold with you. By this reckoning he is more shrew than she. Then he kisses her in public, curses in church, and makes her leave before the reception. Although he appears fairly confident in his abilities to attract Bianca, he is a comic figure because his schemes seem to backfire. nay, then, good night our part! Why, Petruchio is coming in a new hat and an old, jerkin, a pair of old breeches thrice turned, a pair. this gentleman will out-talk us all. No shame but mine: I must, forsooth, be forced. As thunder when the clouds in autumn crack. Why, sir, I pray, are not the streets as free. Nay, then thou lovest it not; The poorest service is repaid with thanks; And so shall mine, before you touch the meat. by law: I'll not budge an inch, boy: let him come. quoth he, as if, He had been aboard, carousing to his mates. Wealth and circumstances Hortensio is a man of means as befits a member of the exclusive Padua Club. and as much news as. How say you to a fat tripe finely broil'd? Do you hear, sir? honest witnesses: If this be not that you look for, I have no more to say, But bid Bianca farewell for, I cannot tarry: I knew a wench married in an, afternoon as she went to the garden for parsley to. Have I not heard the sea puff'd up with winds. Because she brought stone jugs and no seal'd quarts: Sometimes you would call out for Cicely Hacket. What! Servants, leave me and her alone. how the young folks lay their heads together! Hortensio, peace! we'll fit him to our turn,--. See, doth he breathe? And so we will, provided that he win her. He is well-placed to provide the necessary money to be sure of winning Bianca’s hand though he knows his wealth may not quite match that of his chief rival Gremio. While he did bear my countenance in the town; Then pardon him, sweet father, for my sake. his name is Lucentio and he is. I pray, awake, sir: if you love the maid. Updates? The source of the Petruchio-Katharina plot is unknown, although a number of analogues exist in ballads about the “taming” of shrewish women.