The Taming of the Shrew

by: William Shakespeare

  Act 4 Scene 5

page Act 4 Scene 5 Page 2

Original Text

Modern Text

KATHERINE

Then God be blessed, it is the blessèd sun.
20But sun it is not, when you say it is not,
And the moon changes even as your mind.
What you will have it named, even that it is,
And so it shall be so for Katherine.

KATHERINE

Then God be praised, it is the blessed sun. But it is not the sun when you say it is not, and the moon changes according to your mind. Whatever you want to call a thing, that’s what it is—and that’s what it will always be for me.

HORTENSIO

Petruchio, go thy ways; the field is won.

HORTENSIO

Petruchio, do whatever you like. You’ve won.

PETRUCHIO

25Well, forward, forward! Thus the bowl should run,
And not unluckily against the bias.
But, soft! Company is coming here.

PETRUCHIO

Well, onward, then. That’s how things should be—straight and smooth. But, hang on! I hear someone coming.
Enter VINCENTIO
VINCENTIO enters.
(to VINCENTIO)
Good morrow, gentle mistress, where away?—
30Tell me, sweet Kate, and tell me truly too,
Hast thou beheld a fresher gentlewoman?
Such war of white and red within her cheeks!
What stars do spangle heaven with such beauty
As those two eyes become that heavenly face?—
35Fair lovely maid, once more good day to thee.—
Sweet Kate, embrace her for her beauty’s sake.
(to VINCENTIO) Good morning, young miss, where are you going?—Tell me, sweet Kate, and tell me truly, have you ever seen a young gentlewoman blooming more with health? The way the shades of white and red compete in her complexion. Which of the stars in heaven shine with such beauty as the two eyes that sparkle in that heavenly face? Fair lovely maid, once more good day to you.—Sweet Kate, embrace her for her beauty.

HORTENSIO

(aside) He will make the man mad, to make a woman of him.

HORTENSIO

(speaking so that only the audience can hear) He will drive the man mad pretending he thinks he’s a woman.

KATHERINE

Young budding virgin, fair and fresh and sweet,
Whither away, or where is thy abode?
40Happy the parents of so fair a child.
Happier the man whom favorable stars
Allot thee for his lovely bedfellow!

KATHERINE

Young budding virgin, fair and pure and sweet, where are you off to? Or where do you live? Your parents are lucky to have such a lovely child. And luckier still is the man who gets to be your husband and share your bed.