Tranio Signor Gremio, came you from the church? Gremio (elderly suitor) As willingly as e'er I came from school. Read more about Act 3, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: “As willingly as e'er I came from school.”
Petruchio Not I, believe me, thus I'll visit her. Baptista But thus, I trust, you will not marry her. Petruchio Good sooth, even thus. Therefore ha' done with words; To me she's married, not unto my clothes. Could I repair what she will wear in me, As I can change these poor accoutrements, 'Twere well for Kate and better for myself. But what a fool am I to chat with you, When I should bid good morrow to my bride, And seal the title with a lovely kiss! Read more about Act 3, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: “what she will wear in me”
Petruchio But where is Kate? Where is my lovely bride? How does my father? Gentles, methinks you frown; And wherefore gaze, this goodly company, As if they saw some wondrous monument, Some comet or unusual prodigy? Read more about Act 3, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: Monument
Petruchio Come, where be these gallants? Who's at home? Baptista You are welcome, sir. Petruchio And yet I come not well. Read more about Act 3, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: “And yet I come not well.”
Katherina Now must the world point at poor Katherine And say, 'Lo, there is mad Petruchio's wife, If it would please him come and marry her.’ Tranio-as-Lucentio Patience, good Katherine, and Baptista too. Upon my life, Petruchio means but well, Whatever fortune stays him from his word. Though he be blunt, I know him passing wise; Though he be merry, yet withal he's honest. Read more about Act 3, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: Tranio’s behavior
Katherina No shame but mine. I must, forsooth, be forced To give my hand, opposed against my heart, Unto a mad-brain rudesby full of spleen, Who wooed in haste, and means to wed at leisure. Read more about Act 3, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: “Who wooed in haste and means to wed at leisure”
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. Read more about Act 5, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: “though you hit the white”
Petruchio I say she shall, and first begin with her. Katherina Fie, fie, unknit that threatening unkind brow, And dart not scornful glances from those eyes Read more about Act 5, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: “unknit that ... unkind brow … dart not scornful glances … to wound thy lord”
Bianca Am I your bird? I mean to shift my bush, And then pursue me as you draw your bow. You are welcome all. [Exit Bianca, Katherina, and Widow] Petruchio She hath prevented me here, Signor Tranio, This bird you aimed at though you hit her not. Therefore a health to all that shot and missed. Tranio O, sir, Lucentio slipped me like his greyhound, Which runs himself and catches for his master. Petruchio A good swift simile, but something currish. Tranio 'Tis well, sir, that you hunted for yourself, 'Tis thought your deer does hold you at a bay. Read more about Act 5, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: “you hunted for yourself … your deer does hold you at a bay”
Petruchio Nay, that you shall not. Since you have begun, Have at you for a better jest or two. Bianca Am I your bird? I mean to shift my bush, And then pursue me as you draw your bow. You are welcome all. [Exit Bianca, Katherina, and Widow] Petruchio She hath prevented me here, Signor Tranio, This bird you aimed at though you hit her not. Therefore a health to all that shot and missed. Tranio O, sir, Lucentio slipped me like his greyhound, Which runs himself and catches for his master. Petruchio A good swift simile, but something currish. Read more about Act 5, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: “A good swift simile, but something currish”