Taming of the Shrew

Petruchio

Happily we met, the happier for thy son.
And now by law, as well as reverend age,
I may entitle thee my loving father.    
The sister to my wife, this gentlewoman,
Thy son by this hath married. Wonder not,    
Nor be grieved. She is of good esteem,    
Her dowry wealthy, and of worthy birth,
Beside so qualified as may beseem    
The spouse of any noble gentleman.
Let me embrace with old Vincentio,
And wander we to see thy honest son,    
Who will, of thy arrival, be full joyous.

Petruchio

Nay, then you lie. It is the blessèd sun.

Katherina

Then, God be blessed, it is the blessèd 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 Katherine.

Hortensio

Petruchio, go thy ways, the field is won.    

Petruchio

Well, forward, forward! Thus the bowl should run,    
And not unluckily against the bias.

Petruchio

I say it is the moon.

Katherina

                                 I know it is the moon. 

Petruchio

Nay, then you lie. It is the blessèd sun.

Katherina

Then, God be blessed, it is the blessèd 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 Katherine.

Petruchio

Husband, let's follow to see the end of this ado.    

Katherina

First kiss me, Kate, and we will.

Petruchio

What, in the midst of the street?

Katherina

What, art thou ashamed of me?

Petruchio

No, sir, God forbid, but ashamed to kiss.    
Why, then let's home again.

Katherina

[To Grumio] Come, sirrah, let's away.
[They kiss]
Nay, I will give thee a kiss.

Petruchio

Now pray thee, love, stay.
Is not this well? Come, my sweet Kate.    

Lucentio

But a harsh hearing when women are froward.    

Petruchio

Come, Kate, we'll to bed.
[To others]
We three are married, but you two are sped.    
[To Lucentio]
'Twas I won the wager, though you hit the white,    
And being a winner, God give you good night!    
[Exit Petruchio and Katherina]

Hortensio

Now, go thy ways; thou hast tamed a curst shrew.

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