Patience, good Katherina, and Baptista too. Upon my life, Petruchio means but well, whatever fortunne stays him from his word: though he be blunt, I know him passing wise; though he be merry, yet withal he's honest.
Signor, Lucentio, this is the 'pointed day. That Katherina and Petruchio should be married, and yet we hear not of our son-in-law. What will be said? what mockery will it be?
No shame but mine...Now must the world point at poor Katherina, and say, 'lo, there is mad Petruchio's wife, if it will please him come and marry her!'
See not your bride in these unreverent robes: Go to my chamber; put on clothes of mine.
But thus, I trust you will not marry her.
To me she's married, not unto my clothes!
Not I, believe me: thus I'll visit her.
We will persuade him, be it possible, to put on better ere he go to church.
I'll after him , and see the event of this.
Where is Kate? I stay too long from her: 'Tis time we were at church.