Start: PETRUCHIO Good morrow, Kate; f...

Start: PETRUCHIO

Good morrow, Kate; for that's your name, I hear.

KATE

Well have you heard, but something hard of hearing:

They call me Katharina that do talk of me.

PETRUCHIO

You lie, in faith; for you are call'd plain Kate,

And bonny Kate and sometimes Kate the curst;

But Kate, the prettiest Kate in Christendom

Kate of Kate Hall, my super-dainty Kate,

For dainties are all Kates, and therefore, Kate,

Take this of me, Kate of my consolation;

Hearing thy mildness praised in every town,

Thy virtues spoke of, and thy beauty sounded,

Yet not so deeply as to thee belongs,

Myself am moved to woo thee for my wife.

KATE

Moved! in good time: let him that moved you hither

Remove you hence: I knew you at the first

You were a moveable.

PETRUCHIO

Why, what's a moveable?

KATE

A join'd-stool.

PETRUCHIO

Thou hast hit it: come, sit on me.

KATE

Asses are made to bear, and so are you.

PETRUCHIO

Women are made to bear, and so are you.

KATE

No such jade as you, if me you mean.

PETRUCHIO

Alas! good Kate, I will not burden thee;

For, knowing thee to be but young and light--

KATE

Too light for such a swain as you to catch;

And yet as heavy as my weight should be.

PETRUCHIO

Should be! should--buzz!

KATE

Well ta'en, and like a buzzard.

PETRUCHIO

O slow-wing'd turtle! shall a buzzard take thee?

KATE

Ay, for a turtle, as he takes a buzzard.

PETRUCHIO

Come, come, you wasp; i' faith, you are too angry.

KATE

If I be waspish, best beware my sting.

PETRUCHIO

My remedy is then, to pluck it out.

KATE

Ay, if the fool could find it where it lies,

PETRUCHIO

Who knows not where a wasp does

wear his sting? In his tail.

KATE

In his tongue.

PETRUCHIO

Whose tongue?

KATE

Yours, if you talk of tails: and so farewell.

PETRUCHIO

What, with my tongue in your tail? nay, come again,

Good Kate; I am a gentleman.

KATE

That I'll try.

She strikes him

PETRUCHIO

I swear I'll cuff you, if you strike again.

KATE

So may you lose your arms:

If you strike me, you are no gentleman;

And if no gentleman, why then no arms.

PETRUCHIO

A herald, Kate? O, put me in thy books!

KATE

What is your crest? a coxcomb?

PETRUCHIO

A combless cock, so Kate will be my hen.

KATE

No cock of mine; you crow too like a craven.

PETRUCHIO

Nay, come, Kate, come; you must not look so sour.

KATE

It is my fashion, when I see a crab.

PETRUCHIO

Why, here's no crab; and therefore look not sour.

KATE

There is, there is.

PETRUCHIO

Then show it me.

KATE

Had I a glass, I would.

PETRUCHIO

What, you mean my face?

KATE

Well aim'd of such a young one.

PETRUCHIO

Now, by Saint George, I am too young for you.

KATE

Yet you are wither'd.

PETRUCHIO

'Tis with cares.

KATE

I care not.

PETRUCHIO

Nay, hear you, Kate: in sooth you scape not so.

KATE

I chafe you, if I tarry: let me go.

PETRUCHIO

No, not a whit: I find you passing gentle.

'Twas told me you were rough and coy and sullen,

And now I find report a very liar;

For thou are pleasant, gamesome, passing courteous,

But slow in speech, yet sweet as spring-time flowers:

Thou canst not frown, thou canst not look askance,

Nor bite the lip, as angry wenches will,

Nor hast thou pleasure to be cross in talk,

But thou with mildness entertain'st thy wooers,

With gentle conference, soft and affable.

Why does the world report that Kate doth limp?

O slanderous world! Kate like the hazel-twig

Is straight and slender and as brown in hue

As hazel nuts and sweeter than the kernels.

O, let me see thee walk: thou dost not halt.

KATE

Go, fool, and whom thou keep'st command.

PETRUCHIO

Did ever Dian so become a grove

As Kate this chamber with her princely gait?

O, be thou Dian, and let her be Kate;

And then let Kate be chaste and Dian sportful!

KATE

Where did you study all this goodly speech?

PETRUCHIO

It is extempore, from my mother-wit.

KATE

A witty mother! witless else her son.

PETRUCHIO

Am I not wise?

KATE

Yes; keep you warm.

PETRUCHIO

Marry, so I mean, sweet Katharina, in thy bed:

And therefore, setting all this chat aside,

Thus in plain terms: your father hath consented

That you shall be my wife; your dowry 'greed on;

And, Will you, nill you, I will marry you.

Now, Kate, I am a husband for your turn;

For, by this light, whereby I see thy beauty,

Thy beauty, that doth make me like thee well,

Thou must be married to no man but me;

For I am he am born to tame you Kate,

And bring you from a wild Kate to a Kate

Conformable as other household Kates.

Here comes your father: never make denial;

I must and will have Katharina to my wife.

Shakespeare, William, The Taming of the Shrew, Act 2, Scene 1.