Quietly and quickly, sir; the priest is ready.
I’m coming, Biondello. But they might need you at home, so leave us.
No, I swear I’ll make sure you’re safely married first, and then come back to my master’s as soon as I can.
Curse all worn-out horses, all crazy masters, all dirty roads! Has anyone ever been as beaten-up as I am? So defiled? So weary? I was sent ahead to make a fire, and Katherina and Petruchio will come along later to warm up. Now, if I weren’t so small and easy to heat up, my lips would freeze to my teeth, my tongue to the roof of my mouth, and my heart in my belly before I found a fire to thaw me. But as I make this fire, I’ll warm myself up. In this weather, a bigger man than I am would freeze. Hey, Curtis!
Hold on, fiddler. You’re too eager. Did you already forget how her sister Katherina thanked you last time?
You quarrelsome teacher. Bianca is the queen of heavenly harmony. Let me go first, and once we’ve had a music lesson for an hour, you can lecture her for the same amount of time.
Good sister, don’t do this to me—or to yourself. Don’t treat me like a slave. If you want my clothes, just untie me and I’ll take them off myself. You can have them all, down to my slip. I’ll do what you ask. I know to obey my elders.
In that case, here’s what I ask: who do you like best of all your suitors? Tell the truth.
I’ll drive you off, I swear.
You’ll be locked up, scoundrel!
You tramp, the Slys are no scoundrels. Look us up in the history books. My family came to England with Richard Conquerer. So enough talk, let it go. Shut up!
You won’t pay for the glasses you broke?