Hortensio apples. But come, since this bar in law makes us friends, it shall be so far forth friendly maintained till by helping Baptista's eldest daughter to a husband we set his youngest free for a husband, and then have to't afresh. Sweet Bianca! Happy man be his dole. He that runs fastest gets the ring. How say you, Signor Gremio? Read more about Act 1, Scene 1: Popup Note Index Item: “He that runs fastest gets the ring”
Hortensio Faith, as you say, there's small choice in rotten apples. But come, since this bar in law makes us friends, it shall be so far forth friendly maintained till by helping Baptista's eldest daughter to a husband we set his youngest free for a husband, and then have to't afresh. Sweet Read more about Act 1, Scene 1: Popup Note Index Item: “since this bar in law makes us friends”
Hortensio Tush, Gremio; though it pass your patience and mine to endure her loud alarums, why, man, there be good fellows in the world, an a man could light on them, would take her with all faults, and money enough. Gremio I cannot tell, but I had as lief take her dowry with this condition — to be whipped at the high-cross every morning. Hortensio Faith, as you say, there's small choice in rotten apples. But come, since this bar in law makes us friends, it shall be so far forth friendly maintained till by helping Baptista's eldest daughter to a husband we set his youngest free for a husband, and then have to't afresh. Sweet Read more about Act 1, Scene 1: Popup Note Index Item: “there's small choice in rotten apples”
Gremio good, here's none will hold you. [To Hortensio] Their love is not so great, Hortensio, but we may blow our nails together, and fast it fairly out. Our cake's dough on both sides. Farewell. Yet for the love I bear my sweet Bianca, if I can by any means light on a fit man to teach her that wherein she delights, I will wish him to her father. Read more about Act 1, Scene 1: Popup Note Index Item: “fast it fairly out. Our cake’s dough on both sides”
Katherina Why, and I trust I may go too, may I not? What, shall I be appointed hours, as though belike I knew not what to take and what to leave? Ha! [Exit Katherina] Gremio [As if he’s addressing Katherina who has just left] You may go to the devil's dam. Your gifts are so good, here's none will hold you. [To Hortensio] Their love is not so Read more about Act 1, Scene 1: Popup Note Index Item: “go to the devil's dam”
Bianca Sister, content you in my discontent. Sir, to your pleasure humbly I subscribe; My books and instruments shall be my company, On them to look and practice by myself. Lucentio [Quietly to Tranio] Hark, Tranio! Thou mayst hear Minerva speak. Read more about Act 1, Scene 1: Popup Note Index Item: “Minerva”
Baptista Gentlemen, that I may soon make good What I have said — Bianca, get you in, And let it not displease thee, good Bianca, For I will love thee ne'er the less, my girl. Katherina A pretty peat! It is best Put finger in the eye — and she knew why. Read more about Act 1, Scene 1: Popup Note Index Item: “put a finger in the eye”
Katherina [To Baptista] I pray you, sir, is it your will To make a stale of me amongst these mates? Hortensio ‘Mates,’ maid, how mean you that? No mates for you, Unless you were of gentler, milder mold. Read more about Act 1, Scene 1: Popup Note Index Item: “to make a stale of me amongst these mates”
Baptista If either of you both love Katherina — Because I know you well and love you well — Leave shall you have to court her at your pleasure. Gremio [Aside] To “cart” her rather; she's too rough for me. Read more about Act 1, Scene 1: Popup Note Index Item: “To ‘cart’ her rather”
Tranio Me pardonato, gentle master mine, I am in all affected as yourself, Glad that you thus continue your resolve To suck the sweets of sweet philosophy. Only, good master, while we do admire This virtue and this moral discipline, Let's be no stoics, nor no stocks, I pray, Or so devote to Aristotle's cheques, As Ovid be an outcast, quite abjured. Balk logic with acquaintance that you have, And practice rhetoric in your common talk; Music and poesy use to quicken you; The mathematics and the metaphysics, Fall to them as you find your stomach serves you. No profit grows where is no pleasure ta'en. In brief, sir, study what you most affect. Read more about Act 1, Scene 1: Popup Note Index Item: Stoics, Aristotle, and Ovid
