taming of the shrew
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- Gentlemen, importune me no farther,For how I firmly am resolved you know— That is, not to bestow my youngest daughterBefore I have a husband for the elder.If either of you both love Katherina,Because I know you well and love you wellLeave shall you have to court her at your pleasure.
- Petruchio, shall I then come roundly to thee and wish thee to a shrewd, ill-favored wife? Thou’dst thank me but a little for my counsel; and yet I’ll promise thee she shall be rich, and very rich. But thou'rt too much my friend, and I’ll not wish thee to her.
- Signior Hortensio, ’twixt such friends as we, few words suffice. And therefore, if thou know one rich enough to be Petruchio’s wife, as wealth is burden of my wooing dance, Be she as foul as was Florentius' love, as old as Sibyl and as curst and shrewd as Socrates' Xanthippe, or a worse.
- Now, on the Sunday following, shall Bianca be bride to you, if you make this assurance. If not, to Signior Gremio. And so I take my leave, and thank you both.
- To conclude, we have 'greed so well together,that upon Sunday is the wedding day.
- Gentlemen and friends, I thank you for youI know you think to dine with me todayand have prepared great store of wedding cheer, But so it is, my haste doth call me hence,And therefore here I mean to take my leave.
- I must, forsooth, be forcedTo give my hand, opposed against my heart, unto a mad-brain rudesby, full of spleen, who wooed in haste and means to wed at leisure. I told you, he was a frantic fool, hiding his bitter jests in blunt behaviour, and, to be noted for a merry man, he’ll woo a thousand, 'point the day of marriage, make friends, invite, and proclaim the banns, yet never means to wed where he hath wooed.
- Now, fair befall thee, good Petruchio! The wager thou hast won, and I will add unto their losses twenty thousand crowns, another dowry to another daughter, for she is changed as she had never been.
- Marry, peace it bodes, and love, and quiet life, and awful rule, and right supremacy, and, to be short, what not that’s sweet and happy?
- Now, go thy ways, thou hast tamed a curst shrew.
- See how they kiss and court! Signior Lucentio, here is my hand, and here I firmly vow never to woo her more, but do forswear her as one unworthy all the former favors that I have fondly flattered her withal.
- And here I take the like unfeignèd oath never to marry with her, though she would entreat.Fie on her! See how beastly she doth court him!
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