Baptista 'Tis deeds must win the prize, and he of both That can assure my daughter greatest dower Shall have my Bianca's love. Read more about Act 2, Scene 1: Popup Note Index Item: Dower
Baptista Faith, gentlemen, now I play a merchant's part, And venture madly on a desperate mart. Tranio 'Twas a commodity lay fretting by you; 'Twill bring you gain, or perish on the seas. Baptista The gain I seek is quiet in the match. Gremio No doubt but he hath got a quiet catch. Read more about Act 2, Scene 1: Popup Note Index Item: “quiet,” “match,” and “catch”
Gremio Was ever match clapped up so suddenly? Baptista Faith, gentlemen, now I play a merchant's part, And venture madly on a desperate mart. Tranio 'Twas a commodity lay fretting by you; 'Twill bring you gain, or perish on the seas. Read more about Act 2, Scene 1: Popup Note Index Item: “a merchant’s part”
Petruchio Father, 'tis thus. Yourself and all the world That talked of her have talked amiss of her. If she be curst, it is for policy, For she's not froward, but modest as the dove; She is not hot, but temperate as the morn; For patience she will prove a second Grissel, And Roman Lucrece for her chastity; And to conclude, we have 'greed so well together, That upon Sunday is the wedding-day. Katherina I'll see thee hanged on Sunday first. Read more about Act 2, Scene 1: Popup Note Index Item: Grissel, Lucrece
Petruchio Am I not wise? Katherina Yes, keep you warm. Petruchio Marry, so I mean, sweet Katherina, in thy bed. Read more about Act 2, Scene 1: Popup Note Index Item: “keep you warm”
Petruchio Did ever Dian so become a grove As Kate this chamber with her princely gait? O, be thou Dian, and let her be Kate; And then let Kate be chaste and Dian sportful. Read more about Act 2, Scene 1: Popup Note Index Item: Diana
Katherina What is your crest, a coxcomb? Petruchio A combless cock, so Kate will be my hen. Katherina No cock of mine, you crow too like a craven. Read more about Act 2, Scene 1: Popup Note Index Item: “too like a craven”
Katherina If you strike me, you are no gentleman, And if no gentleman, why then no arms. Petruchio A herald, Kate? O, put me in thy books! Katherina What is your crest, a coxcomb? Petruchio A combless cock, so Kate will be my hen. Read more about Act 2, Scene 1: Popup Note Index Item: “A combless cock”
Katherina If you strike me, you are no gentleman, And if no gentleman, why then no arms. Petruchio A herald, Kate? O, put me in thy books! Katherina What is your crest, a coxcomb? Read more about Act 2, Scene 1: Popup Note Index Item: “What is your crest, a coxcomb?”
Katherina So may you lose your arms. If you strike me, you are no gentleman, And if no gentleman, why then no arms. Petruchio A herald, Kate? O, put me in thy books! Read more about Act 2, Scene 1: Popup Note Index Item: “put me in thy books”
