Taming of the Shrew
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- Sirs, I will practice on this drunken man, What think you, if he were convey'd to bed, Wrapp'd in sweet clothes, rings put upon his fingers,A most delicious banquet by his bed,And brave attendants near him when he wakes-Would the beggar then forget himself?
- Gentlemen, importune me no farther,For how I firmly am resolv'd 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 well,Leave shall you have to court her at your pleasure.
- Signor Bapista, my business asketh haste,And every day I cannot come to woo,You knew my father well, and in him me,Left solely heir to all his lands and goods,Which I have better'd rather than decrease'd ,Then tell me, if I get your daughter's love,What dowry shall I have with her to wife?
- They shall go forward, Kate, at thy command.Obey the bride, you that attend on her,Go to the feast, revel and domineer,Carouse full measure to her maidenhead,Be mad and merry, or go hang yourselves,But for my bonny Kate, she must with me,Nay look not big, nor stamp, nor stare, nor fret;I will be the master of what is mine own.She is my goods, my chattels, my house,My household, my field, my barn, my anything,And here she stands. Touch her whoever dare,I'll bring mine action on the proudest he,That stops my way in Padua, Grumio
- The more I did wrong, the more his spite appears.What, did he marry me to famish me?Beggars that come unto my father's doorUpon entreaty have a present almsIf not, elsewhere they meet with charityBut I, who never knew how to entreatNor never needed that I should entreatAm starv'd for meat, giddy for lack of sleep,With oaths kept waking, and with brawling fed,And that which spites me more than all these wants,He does it under name of perfect loveAs who I should say, if I should sleep or eat,Twere deadly sickness or present deathI prithee go and get me some repastI care not what, so be it wholesome food.
- Nay, i will win my wager better yet,and show more sign of her obedience,her new-built virtue and obedience.
- Now fair befall thee, good Petrucio!The wager thou hast won, and I will addUnto their losses twenty thousand crownsAnother dowry to another daughterFor she is changed, as she had never been.
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