'Tis burnt; and so is all the meat.What dogs are these! Where is the rascal cook?How durst you, villains, bring it from the dresser,And serve it thus to me that like it not?
I pray you, husband, be not so disquiet:The meat was well, if you were so contented
The more my wrong, the more his spite appears:What, did he marry me to famish me?Beggars that come unto my father's door Entreat, and they are given food and alms.But I, who never knew how to entreat,Nor never needed that I should entreat,Am starved for food, 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 in the name of perfect love,Because, he says, if I should sleep or eat,'Twere deadly sickness or else present death.So go, I beg you, get me some repast;I care not what, so it be wholesome food.
When you are gentle, you shall have one too,And not till then.
Why, thou sayest true; it is a paltry cap,A custard-coffin, a bauble, a silken pie:I love thee well, in that thou likest it not.
Love me or love me not, I like the cap;And it I will have, or I will have none.
Why, sir, I trust I may have leave to speak;And speak I will; I am no child, no babe:Your betters have endured me say my mind,And if you cannot, best you stop your ears.My tongue will tell the anger of my heart,Or else my heart concealing it will break,And rather than it shall, I will be free Even to the uttermost, as I please, in words
Come, my Kate; we’ll go to your father's house,Adorned in these honest, coarse, and common clothes.Our purses shall be proud, our garments poor;For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich;What, is the jay more precious than the lark,Because his feathers are more beautiful?
Petruchio denys Kate any food
To feast and sport us at thy father's house.Go, bring our horses out, and saddle them.Let's see; I think 'tis now some seven o'clock,And well may we reach your father’s house by noon
O, no, good Kate; neither art thou the worseFor this poor vestiture and mean array.If any account it shame, the shame is mine.And therefore frolic: we will go at once
Kate is confused on why Petruchio is treating her so bad
Come on, make haste! Once more toward our father's. Behold how bright and goodly shines the moon!
I say it is the moon that shines so bright..
I say it is the moon.Nay, then you lie: it is the blessed sun
The moon! the sun: it is not moonlight now.
I know it is the sun that shines so bright.I say it is the moon that shines so bright..
I know it is the moon. Then, saints be bless'd, it is the blessed sun:But sun it is not, when you say it is not;And the moon changes even as your mind.What you will have it named, even that it is;And so it shall be so for Katharina.
Petruchio denys Kate EVERYTHING
Well, Kate, hast thou had thy fill of food?
Then all thou lackest now is sleep
Why, there's a wench! Come on, and kiss me, Kate.
Not in contention for a single throne;Enlarge him, for his greatness is your own.In love, a man and wife one flesh will be,To share that throne in sweet felicity.There is no crown of leaves upon the treeUnless the tree is strongest at the root.So place your hands below your husband’s foot.In token of which duty, if he please,My hand is ready; may it do him ease
Petruchio and Kate travel back to Padua to visit Kateś father
Petruchio tests Kate
Forward, now, ye happy travelers!
Kate is finally tamed
Come, Kate, we'll to bed.To all In wager and weddings I
I was asleep until I met thee; now I wake.To make me whole, this medicine I take.