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PETRUCHIO I am content you shall entreat me stay,
But yet not stay, entreat me how you can.
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PETRUCHIO Delighted to hear you ask so nicely, but I won’t stay in
any case.
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KATHERINE Now, if you love me, stay.
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KATHERINE Look, if you love me, stay.
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PETRUCHIO Grumio, my
horse.
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PETRUCHIO Grumio, get me my horse.
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GRUMIO Ay, sir, they be ready. The oats have eaten the horses.
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GRUMIO Yes, sir, they’re ready. They’ve eaten
themselves sick.
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KATHERINE
180Nay, 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.
185For 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.
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KATHERINE All right, then, do what you like. I won’t leave today.
Not tomorrow, either. I’ll leave when I’m good and
ready. The door is open, sir. Feel free to use it. Go on, wear your
boots out! As for me, I’ll leave when I like. If
you’re this high-handed to start with, I can imagine how
arrogant and arbitrary you’ll be as a husband.
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PETRUCHIO O Kate, content thee. Prithee, be not angry.
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PETRUCHIO Calm down, Kate. Please don’t be angry.
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KATHERINE I will be angry. What hast thou to do?—
190Father, be quiet. He shall stay my leisure.
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KATHERINE I will be angry. What business is it of yours?—Father,
be quiet. He’ll stay as long as I say.
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GREMIO Ay, marry, sir, now it begins to work.
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GREMIO Okay, now it starts!
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KATHERINE Gentlemen, forward to the bridal dinner.
I see a woman may be made a fool
If she had not a spirit to resist.
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KATHERINE Gentlemen, on to the bridal dinner. I see a woman may be made a
fool of if she doesn’t have nerve enough to stand up for
herself.
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PETRUCHIO
195They 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.
200But 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,
205My horse, my ox, my ass, my anything.
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.
210Rescue thy mistress if thou be a man.—
Fear not, sweet wench, they shall not touch thee, Kate.
I’ll buckler thee against a million.
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PETRUCHIO They shall go in to the bridal
dinner, Kate—they’re yours to command. Obey the
bride, guests! Go to the banquet: revel, feast, and carouse! Drink
yourselves silly toasting her virginity! Be wild and
merry—or go to hell. But as for my bonny Kate, she must
come with me. No, don’t puff out your chests and stamp and
stare wonderingly. I will be master of what belongs to me. She is my
property, one of my possessions—just like my house and
everything in it, and my field, my barn, my horse, my ox, my
donkey—anything of mine you care to name. Here she is; I
dare you to touch her! I’ll sue anyone in Padua who tries
to stand in my way, no matter how powerful he
is.—Grumio, draw your sword! We are surrounded by
thieves. Rescue your mistress! Prove yourself a man! Don’t
be afraid, sweet girl, I won’t let them touch you.
I’ll protect you, Kate, against a million of them.
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