Katherina Asses are made to bear, and so are you. Petruchio Women are made to bear, and so are you. Katherina No such jade as you, if me you mean. Read more about popup_note_index_item 3090
Katherina You were a moveable. Petruchio Why, what's a moveable? Katherina A joined stool. Petruchio Thou hast hit it. Come, sit on me. Katherina Asses are made to bear, and so are you. Petruchio Women are made to bear, and so are you. Read more about popup_note_index_item 3089
Katherina You were a moveable. Petruchio Why, what's a moveable? Katherina A joined stool. Petruchio Thou hast hit it. Come, sit on me. Katherina Asses are made to bear, and so are you. Read more about popup_note_index_item 3088
Petruchio Myself am moved to woo thee for my wife. Katherina ‘Moved,’ in good time! Let him that moved you hither Remove you hence. I knew you at the first; You were a moveable. Petruchio Why, what's a moveable? Katherina A joined stool. Read more about popup_note_index_item 3087
Petruchio Myself am moved to woo thee for my wife. Katherina ‘Moved,’ in good time! Let him that moved you hither Remove you hence. I knew you at the first; You were a moveable. Petruchio Why, what's a moveable? Katherina A joined stool. Read more about popup_note_index_item 3086
Petruchio Say that she rail, why then I'll tell her plain She sings as sweetly as a nightingale. Say that she frown, I'll say she looks as clear As morning roses newly washed with dew. Say she be mute and will not speak a word, Then I'll commend her volubility And say she uttereth piercing eloquence. If she do bid me pack, I'll give her thanks As though she bid me stay by her a week. If she deny to wed, I'll crave the day When I shall ask the banns, and when be marrièd. Read more about popup_note_index_item 3083
Baptista What, will my daughter prove a good musician? Hortensio I think she'll sooner prove a soldier. Iron may hold with her, but never lutes. Baptista Why then, thou canst not break her to the lute? Hortensio Why, no, for she hath broke the lute to me. Read more about popup_note_index_item 3079
Baptista Why then, thou canst not break her to the lute? Hortensio Why, no, for she hath broke the lute to me. I did but tell her she mistook her frets, And bowed her hand to teach her fingering, When, with a most impatient devilish spirit, 'Frets, call you these?' quoth she, 'I'll fume with them.' And with that word she struck me on the head, And through the instrument my pate made way; And there I stood amazèd for a while, As on a pillory looking through the lute, While she did call me ‘rascal fiddler’ And ‘twangling Jack’ with twenty such vile terms, As had she studied to misuse me so. Read more about popup_note_index_item 3080
Baptista Why then, thou canst not break her to the lute? Hortensio Why, no, for she hath broke the lute to me. I did but tell her she mistook her frets, And bowed her hand to teach her fingering, When, with a most impatient devilish spirit, 'Frets, call you these?' quoth she, 'I'll fume with them.' And with that word she struck me on the head, And through the instrument my pate made way; And there I stood amazèd for a while, As on a pillory looking through the lute, While she did call me ‘rascal fiddler’ And ‘twangling Jack’ with twenty such vile terms, As had she studied to misuse me so. Read more about popup_note_index_item 3081
Baptista Well, go with me and be not so discomfited. Proceed in practice with my younger daughter; She's apt to learn and thankful for good turns. Read more about popup_note_index_item 3082
