The Taming of the Shrew Page #3

Be she as foul as was Florentius' love,

As old as Sibyl, and as curst and shrewd

As Socrates' Xanthippe, or a worse,

She moves me not, or not removes at least

Affection's edge in me,

Were she as rough

As are the swelling Adriatic seas.

I come to wive it wealthily in Padua;

If wealthily, then happily in Padua.

Nay, look you, sir,

he tells you flatly what his mind is.

Why, give him gold enough

and marry him to a puppet,

or an old trot with ne'er a tooth in her head,

and though she have as many diseases

as two and fifty horses.

Why, nothing comes amiss,

so money comes withal.

Crowns have I in my purse, and goods at home,

And so am come abroad to see the world.

To find a fortune and to woo...

a wife.

And when I came at last to wife

With a heigh-ho

The wind and the rain

By swaggering could I never thrive

For the rain it raineth every day

I will not sleep, Hortensio, till I see her.

With a heigh-ho

The wind and the rain

For the rain it raineth every

By swaggering

By swaggering could I never thrive

For the rain it raineth every day

When that I was a tiny little boy

With a heigh-ho

The wind and the rain

A foolish thing was but a toy

The rain it raineth

Now, Petruchio.

If I do...

If I do plot thy match with Katharina,

There is a favour I would ask of thee:

To help me woo her younger sister, Bianca.

Ask it, and so it be not gold, 'tis grant'd.

Then shall my friend Petruchio do me grace,

And offer me disguis'd in sober robes

To old Baptista as a schoolmaster.

As a schoolmaster.

Well versed in music, to instruct Bianca,

That so I may by this device at least

Have leave and leisure to make love to her,

And unsuspected woo her by myself.

Unrecognised by ancient Gremio!

'Tis Gremio, the rival of my love.

God save you, Signor Gremio.

And you are well met, Signor Hortensio.

Know you where I am going? To Baptista.

I promis'd to enquire most carefully

About a schoolmaster for fair Bianca,

And by good fortune...

Cambio!

..I have lighted well on this young man.

Go on now.

A proper stripling and an amorous.

'Tis well. And I have here another gentleman,

Signor Petruchio of Verona,

Who will undertake to woo the curst Katharine,

Yea, and to marry her, if her dowry please.

O sir, such a life with such a wife were strange.

But if you have a stomach to't, a God's name,

You shall have me assisting you in all.

But will you woo this wildcat?

And will I live?

Signor Petruchio.

- I'll mar thee till no man dare look on thee.

- No... No. No!

- No!

- Take that! And that!

Think you a little din can daunt mine ears?

Have I not in my time heard lions roar?

Have I not heard the sea, puff'd up with winds,

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