Lucentio-as-Cambio Now, mistress, profit you in what you read? Bianca What, master, read you? First resolve me that. Lucentio I read that I profess, The Art to Love. Bianca And may you prove, sir, master of your art. Lucentio While you, sweet dear, prove mistress of my heart. Read more about Act 4, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: “may you prove ... master of your art … you, sweet dear ... mistress of my heart”
Lucentio-as-Cambio Now, mistress, profit you in what you read? Bianca What, master, read you? First resolve me that. Lucentio I read that I profess, The Art to Love. Bianca And may you prove, sir, master of your art. Lucentio While you, sweet dear, prove mistress of my heart. Read more about Act 4, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: “And may you prove, sir, master of your art.”
Lucentio-as-Cambio Now, mistress, profit you in what you read? Bianca What, master, read you? First resolve me that. Lucentio I read that I profess, The Art to Love. Read more about Act 4, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: “I read that I profess, The Art to Love”
Grumio (Petruchio’s servant) Ay, sir, they be ready. The oats have eaten the horses. Katherina Nay, then, do what thou canst, I will not go today, No, nor tomorrow, not till I please myself. The door is open, sir, there lies your way; You may be jogging whiles your boots are green. For me, I'll not be gone till I please myself. 'Tis like you'll prove a jolly, surly groom, That take it on you at the first so roundly. Petruchio O Kate, content thee; prithee, be not angry. Katherina I will be angry. What hast thou to do? Father, be quiet; he shall stay my leisure. Gremio (elderly suitor) Ay, marry, sir, now it begins to work! Katherina Gentlemen, forward to the bridal dinner. I see a woman may be made a fool If she had not a spirit to resist. Petruchio They shall go forward, Kate, at thy command. Obey the bride, you that attend on her. Go to the feast, revel and domineer, Carouse full measure to her maidenhead, Be mad and merry, or go hang yourselves; But, for my bonny Kate, she must with me. Nay, look not big, nor stamp, nor stare, nor fret; I will be master of what is mine own. She is my goods, my chattels; she is my house, My household stuff, my field, my barn, My horse, my ox, my ass, my any thing; And here she stands, touch her whoever dare. I'll bring mine action on the proudest he That stops my way in Padua. Grumio, Draw forth thy weapon, we are beset with thieves; Rescue thy mistress if thou be a man. Fear not, sweet wench, they shall not touch thee, Kate. I'll buckler thee against a million. [Exit Petruchio, Katherina, and Grumio] Baptista Nay, let them go, a couple of quiet ones. Gremio (elderly suitor) Went they not quickly, I should die with laughing. Tranio-as-Lucentio Of all mad matches, never was the like. Lucentio-as-Cambio Mistress, what's your opinion of your sister? Bianca That being mad herself, she's madly mated. Gremio I warrant him, Petruchio is Kated. Read more about Act 3, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: “she's madly mated ... Petruchio is Kated”
Lucentio-as-Cambio Mistress, what's your opinion of your sister? Bianca That being mad herself, she's madly mated. Gremio I warrant him, Petruchio is Kated. Read more about Act 3, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: Mad
Petruchio She is my goods, my chattels; she is my house, My household stuff, my field, my barn, My horse, my ox, my ass, my any thing; And here she stands, touch her whoever dare. I'll bring mine action on the proudest he That stops my way in Padua. Grumio, Read more about Act 3, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: “bring mine action”
Katherina Now, if you love me, stay. Petruchio Grumio, my horse. Grumio (Petruchio’s servant) Ay, sir, they be ready. The oats have eaten the horses. Katherina Nay, then, do what thou canst, I will not go today, No, nor tomorrow, not till I please myself. The door is open, sir, there lies your way; You may be jogging whiles your boots are green. For me, I'll not be gone till I please myself. 'Tis like you'll prove a jolly, surly groom, That take it on you at the first so roundly. Read more about Act 3, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: “The door is open, sir, there lies your way.”
Petruchio Grumio, my horse. Grumio (Petruchio’s servant) Ay, sir, they be ready. The oats have eaten the horses. Read more about Act 3, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: “The oats have eaten the horses.”
Gremio But after many ceremonies done, He calls for wine. 'A health!' quoth he as if He had been aboard carousing to his mates After a storm, quaffed off the muscadel And threw the sops all in the sexton's face, Having no other reason But that his beard grew thin and hungerly, And seemed to ask him sops as he was drinking. Read more about Act 3, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: Sops
Tranio-as-Lucentio And is the bride and bridegroom coming home? Gremio A bridegroom say you? 'Tis a groom indeed, A grumbling groom, and that the girl shall find. Tranio Curster than she? Why, 'tis impossible. Gremio Why he's a devil, a devil, a very fiend. Tranio Why, she's a devil, a devil, the devil's dam. Read more about Act 3, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: “she's a devil, a devil, the devil's dam”
