The Taming of the Shrew

Tranio!

Tranio!

Master!

Master Lucentio.

Now, in fulfilment of my great desire

To see fair Padua, nursery of arts,

I am arriv'd in fruitful Lombardy,

The pleasant garden of great Italy.

And by my father's love and leave am arm'd

With his good will and thy good company.

So shall I please my father, Lord Vincentio,

Who sent me hither from our home in Pisa,

On this, the first day of the scholar's year,

To study at the university,

And deck his fortune with my virtuous deeds.

Here let us breathe and haply institute

A course of learning and ingenious studies.

And therefore, Tranio, for the time I'll study

Virtue, and that part of philosophy

Will I apply which treats of happiness

By virtue specially to be achiev'd.

Tell me, Tranio,

Tell me thy mind, for I have Pisa left

And am to Padua come

As he that leaves

A shallow plash to plunge him in the deep,

And with satiety seeks to quench his thirst.

Why then, Lucentio, gentle master mine.

I am in all affected as yourself,

Glad that you thus continue your resolve

To suck the sweets of sweet philosophy.

Tranio!

But... let us not be so confined by learning

That love becomes an outcast...

quite abjur'd.

No profit grows

where is no pleasure taken. Huh?

Master?

Master?

Lucentio!

Come scholar come scholar

Tell me true

What can I teach you to do do do?

Teach me no scholarship nor no trade

Teach me to tumble thee

My little pretty maid

Lucentio? Lucentio!

Lucentio!

Lucentio!

Lucentio.

Master.

Unveil! Unveil!

Away!

Unveil! Unveil!

Who would his love bestow

On looks he may never know?

Lady unveil unveil unveil

Beauty's a thing to show

To show

O let me tell gentle maiden

Let me tell

If it be true

That thy beauty casts a spell

If true it be

Take pity and give me leave

To do for thee

All that Adam did for Eve

I'll do it well gentle maid

I'll do it well

Bianca!

Tranio, I burn, I pine, I perish, Tranio,

lf I achieve not that young modest girl.

Wha...

Is it possible

That love should of a sudden take such hold?

Bianca!

Haste to the house. Your sister is mad.

Out of my way, fool!

Bianca! Bianca!

- Bianca... Bianca! Bian...

- Signor Baptista...

Gentlemen, importune me no further,

For how I firmly am resolv'd you know,

Not to bestow my younger daughter Bianca

Before I have a husband for the elder.

What?

Before I have a husband for the elder!

If either of you two love Katharina,

Leave shall you have

to court her at your pleasure.

O, hideous pleasure. She's too rough for me.

I pray you, Father, is it your will

To make a whore of me among these mates?

Mates, maid, how mean you that?

No mates for you

Unless you were of milder, gentler mould.

I' faith, sir, you shall have no need to fear.

Such mating is not half way to my heart.

But if it were, doubt not my care should be

To paint your face, and use you like a fool.

And comb your noddle

with a three-legg'd stool.

That wench is stark mad...

or wonderful forward.

But in the other's silence I do see

Maid's mild behaviour and sobriety.

Let it not displease thee, good Bianca,

For I will love thee none the less... my girl.

You are my most obedient and loving daughter.

Pretty pet!

O, sister, content you in my discontent.

Sir, to your pleasure humbly I subscribe.

My books and instruments

shall be my company,

On them to look and practise by myself.

O, Tranio, thou may'st hear a goddess speak.

Go in, Bianca.

O, no! Why, will you lock her up,

Signor Baptista, for this fiend of hell,

And make her bear the penance of her tongue?

- Gentlemen, content ye. I am resolv'd.

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