Out of my way, fool! How dare you lay hands on me! What, with my tongue in your tail? You are my most obedient and loving daughter. Biondello, go and entreat my wife To come to me. If she refuse to wed. And come to Padua, careless of your life? If thou account'st it shame, blame it on me. Our purses shall be proud, our garments poor, For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich, And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds, So honour peereth in the meanest habit. Or is the adder better than the eel Because his painted skin contents the eye? This matter toucheth us both.
What, you notorious villain, didst thou never see thy master's father? With here a pillow flung and there a bolster, This way the coverlet, and that the sheets. Of all mad matches never was the like. This is the way to kill a wife with kindness. In sooth, you scape not so. Sirrah, will you not knock? Now, by the world, it is a lusty wench.
Have I not heard the sea, puff'd up with winds, Rage like an angry boar chafed with sweat? Pardon her, grandsire, and withal make known Which way thou travellest: If along with us, We shall be joyful of thy company. A proper stripling and an amorous. They shall go forward, Kate, at thy command. Petruchio, shall I then come roundly to thee, And wish thee to a shrewd ill-favour'd wife? But for my bonny Kate, she must with me. It is the blessed sun.
I have a daughter, sir, calI'd Katharine. Neighbour, I freely give unto you this young scholar, that hath long been studying at Rheims and other universities where he has acquir'd his learning; cunning in Latin. Have you so soon forgot the entertainment Her sister Katharine welcom'd you withal? 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, For dainties are all Kates, and therefore, Kate, Take this of me, Kate of my consolation, Hearing thy mildness prais'd in every town, Yhy virtues spoken of, and thy beauty sounded, Yet not so deeply as thou dost deserve, Myself am mov'd to woo thee for my wife. Signor Hortensio, 'twixt such friends as we Few words suffice; And therefore, if you know One rich enough to be Petruchio's wife - Since wealth's the 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, She moves me not, or not removes at least Affection's edge in me, Were she as rough As are the swelling Adriatic seas. Father, be quiet; he shall stay my leisure. She cleans things and make sure that everything is run properly. There must be such a man.
We will have rings, and things, and fine array, And. When Hortensio warns him about Katharina's scolding tongue and fiery temper, Petruchio is challenged and resolves to capture her love. I am afraid, sir, Do what you can, yours will not be entreated. Though it pass your patience and mine to endure her loud alarums, why, man, there be good fellows in the world, if one could but light on them, would take her with all her faults, for the sake of her father's fortune. Although many suitors beg for Bianca's hand, her widowed father is determined that she may not marry until her elder sister Katherine is wed--and Katherine is a hot tempered, willful, and vicious woman who makes life miserable for all who cross her path. I pray you tell Signor Lucentio that his father is here at the door to speak with him. You bid me make it orderly and well, According to the fashion and the time.
When they arrive in Padua, Petruchio asks Kate to kiss him in the street, she sees this as unseemly, he responds that they can always go back home so she agrees to kiss him, instead of kissing him on the lips as you would expect she kisses him on the forehead. Conformable as other household Kates. Sweet Kate, embrace her for her beauty's sake. Please note these figures refer to. And honest company, I thank you all That have beheld me give myself away To this most patient, sweet, and virtuous wife.
He and his diva movie-star ex-wife Lilli Vanessi, portrayed by Kathryn Grayson, star opposite each other in the roles of Petruchio and Katharine. And therefore, Tranio, for the time I'll study Virtue, and that part of philosophy Will I apply which treats of happiness By virtue specially to be achiev'd. Love me or love me not, I like the cap, And it I will have, or I will have none. Well, come, my Kate, we must unto your father's Even in these honest mean habiliments. Think you a little din can daunt mine ears? But will you woo this wildcat? Crowns have I in my purse, and goods at home, And so am come abroad to see the world.
The picture has the occasional blemish, most often in the opening titles and closing credits, but on the whole it is remarkable, showing every detail of every set and every costume to fine effect. Pardon, I pray thee, for my mad mistaking. I could not forget you, sir, for. Away, thou rag, thou quantity, thou remnant, Or I shall so bemete thee with thy yard As thou shalt think on prating whilst thou liv'st. What, in the midst of the street? Aye, if the fool could find where it lies! But if it were, doubt not my care should be To paint your face, and use you like a fool. Where is the life that late he led? I pray you, husband, be not so disquiet. And to conclude, we have 'greed so well together That upon Sunday is the wedding-day.
Not such a load as yours, if me you mean. When we see Petruchio for the first time, we believe that he is only interested in Katharina for the money. Grumio, draw forth thy weapon, we are beset with thieves, Rescue thy mistress if thou be'est a man. Who knows not where a wasp doth wear his sting? He studies at the university - His name is called Lucentio! I' faith, Hortensio feels the fear of his widow. You shall go see your pupils. Why, nothing comes amiss, so money comes withal.
I see a woman may be made a fool If she had not the spirit to resist. O pardon, old father, for my mistaking eyes, That have been so bedazzled by the. Kate like the hazel-tree is straight and slender, and brown in hue as hazel-nuts and sweeter than the kernels. Tell me, thou villain, where is my son Lucentio? May I be so bold as to ask the cause of your coming? She is not proud, but modest as the dove. Young budding virgin, fair, and fresh, and sweet, Whither away, or where is thy abode? She's too rough for me. Hortensio and another suitor of Bianca, Gremio, agree to cover Petruchio's costs as he pursues Katharina.