The Taming of the Shrew Page #5

Within your house,

To make mine eye the witness

Of that report I have so often heard.

Petruchio is my name, Antonio's son,

A man well known throughout all ltaly.

Now, sir... if I get your daughter's love,

What dowry shall I have with her as wife?

After my death...

the one half of my lands,

And in possession...

twenty thousand crowns.

Saving your tale, Petruchio, I pray

Let us that are poor petitioners speak too.

And... for that dowry I'll assure her of

Her widowhood, be it that she survive me,

With all my lands and leases whatsoever.

Signor Antonio's son!

- Litio...

- Take you the lute, you the set of books.

You shall go see your pupils.

Within!

Sirrah, lead these gentlemen to my daughters.

Tell her they are her tutors.

Bid her use them well.

- With...

- All my lands and leases whatsoever.

Let specialties be therefore drawn between us,

That covenants may be kept on either hand.

Ay, when one special thing is well obtain'd,

I mean, her love;

for that is all in all.

Why, that is nothing. For I tell you, Father,

I am as peremptory as she proud-minded;

And where two raging fires meet together,

They do consume

the thing that feeds their fury.

Though little fire grows great with little wind,

Yet extreme gusts will blow out fire and all.

So I to her, and so she yields to me,

For I am rough and woo not like a babe.

Vile instrument! Fat-fingered gut plucker!

Twangling Jack!

But be thou arm'd for...

some unhappy words.

Signor Baptista! Master! Master!

How now, my friend,

why dost thou look so pale?

For fear, I promise you, if I look pale.

And will my daughter prove a good musician?

She'll sooner prove a soldier.

Iron may hold with her, but never lutes.

Now, by the world, it is a lusty wench.

O, how I long to have some chat with her.

Come with me, and be not so discomfited.

Proceed in practice with my younger daughter.

Say that she rail, why then I'll tell her plain

She sings as sweetly as a nightingale.

Say that she frown,

I'll say she looks as clear

As morning roses newly wash'd with dew.

Say she be mute and will not speak a word,

Then I'll commend her volubility,

And say she uttereth piercing eloquence.

If she do bid me pack, I'll give her thanks,

As though she bid me stay by her a week.

If she refuse to wed...

refuse to wed,

I'll crave the day

When I shall ask the banns, and...

when be married.

Good morrow, Kate.

That's your name, I hear.

Well have you heard,

but something hard of hearing;

They call me Katharine that do talk of me.

You lie, i' faith, for you are calI'd plain Kate,

And bonny Kate, and sometimes Kate the curst;

But Kate, the prettiest Kate in Christendom,

Kate of Kate Hall, my super-dainty Kate,

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