The Taming of the Shrew William Shakespeare (english love story books .txt) š
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You shall have me assisting you in all.
But will you woo this wild-cat? Petruchio Will I live? Grumio Will he woo her? ay, or Iāll hang her. Petruchio
Why came I hither but to that intent?
Think you a little din can daunt mine ears?
Have I not in my time heard lions roar?
Have I not heard the sea puffād up with winds
Rage like an angry boar chafed with sweat?
Have I not heard great ordnance in the field,
And heavenās artillery thunder in the skies?
Have I not in a pitched battle heard
Loud ālarums, neighing steeds, and trumpetsā clang?
And do you tell me of a womanās tongue,
That gives not half so great a blow to hear
As will a chestnut in a farmerās fire?
Tush, tush! fear boys with bugs.
Hortensio, hark:
This gentleman is happily arrived,
My mind presumes, for his own good and ours.
I promised we would be contributors
And bear his charging of wooing, whatsoeāer.
Gentlemen, God save you. If I may be bold,
Tell me, I beseech you, which is the readiest way
To the house of Signior Baptista Minola?
Sir, a word ere you go;
Are you a suitor to the maid you talk of, yea or no?
Why, sir, I pray, are not the streets as free
For me as for you?
For this reason, if youāll know,
That sheās the choice love of Signior Gremio.
Softly, my masters! if you be gentlemen,
Do me this right; hear me with patience.
Baptista is a noble gentleman,
To whom my father is not all unknown;
And were his daughter fairer than she is,
She may more suitors have and me for one.
Fair Ledaās daughter had a thousand wooers;
Then well one more may fair Bianca have:
And so she shall; Lucentio shall make one,
Though Paris came in hope to speed alone.
Sir, let me be so bold as ask you,
Did you yet ever see Baptistaās daughter?
No, sir; but hear I do that he hath two,
The one as famous for a scolding tongue
As is the other for beauteous modesty.
Yea, leave that labour to great Hercules;
And let it be more than Alcidesā twelve.
Sir, understand you this of me in sooth:
The youngest daughter whom you hearken for
Her father keeps from all access of suitors,
And will not promise her to any man
Until the elder sister first be wed:
The younger then is free and not before.
If it be so, sir, that you are the man
Must stead us all and me amongst the rest,
And if you break the ice and do this feat,
Achieve the elder, set the younger free
For our access, whose hap shall be to have her
Will not so graceless be to be ingrate.
Sir, you say well and well you do conceive;
And since you do profess to be a suitor,
You must, as we do, gratify this gentleman,
To whom we all rest generally beholding.
Sir, I shall not be slack: in sign whereof,
Please ye we may contrive this afternoon,
And quaff carouses to our mistressā health,
And do as adversaries do in law,
Strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends.
Biondello O excellent motion! Fellows, letās be gone. Hortensio
The motionās good indeed and be it so,
Petruchio, I shall be your ben venuto. Exeunt.
Padua. A room in Baptistaās house.
Enter Katharina and Bianca. BiancaGood sister, wrong me not, nor wrong yourself,
To make a bondmaid and a slave of me;
That I disdain: but for these other gawds,
Unbind my hands, Iāll pull them off myself,
Yea, all my raiment, to my petticoat;
Or what you will command me will I do,
So well I know my duty to my elders.
Of all thy suitors, here I charge thee, tell
Whom thou lovest best: see thou dissemble not.
Believe me, sister, of all the men alive
I never yet beheld that special face
Which I could fancy more than any other.
If you affect him, sister, here I swear
Iāll plead for you myself, but you shall have him.
O then, belike, you fancy riches more:
You will have Gremio to keep you fair.
Is it for him you do envy me so?
Nay then you jest, and now I well perceive
You have but jested with me all this while:
I prithee, sister Kate, untie my hands.
Why, how now, dame! whence grows this insolence?
Bianca, stand aside. Poor girl! she weeps.
Go ply thy needle; meddle not with her.
For shame, thou hilding of a devilish spirit,
Why dost thou wrong her that did neāer wrong thee?
When did she cross thee with a bitter word?
What, will you not suffer me? Nay, now I see
She is your treasure, she must have a husband;
I must dance bare-foot on her wedding day
And for your love to her
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