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Kiss me. Kiss me.

I'll kiss you.

Please, darling. You are beautiful.

I love you. Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss.

Like this.

You are a bully.

And you are a fool.

Where are you going?

To get my fool's cap and staff.

Now I am handsome.

Kiss me like this.

No.

I'll tame you.

I'll tame you.

I'll tame you.

Oh, you are wonderful.

Bianca, my love.

Signior Baptista.

Now, good sir.

Good Hortensio.

Gremio.

Now, good sir.

Signior.

I would you know I love Bianca.

More than words can witness.

Or your thoughts can guess.

Importune me no farther.

For how I firmly am resolved you know:

That is.

Not to bestow my youngest daughter.

Before I have a husband for Katherine.

There now.

If.

Either of you both love Katherine.

That .. is your daughter.

Katherine? - Yes.

Hortensio.

From all such devils.

Good Lord, deliver us.

And me too, good Lord.

Signior Gremio.

That I may again woo fair Bianca.

I must labour to effect one thing specially.

What's that, I pray?

To get a husband for Katherine.

Her sister.

A husband?

A devil.

Think'st thou, Hortensio. Though her father be very rich.

Any man is so ..

Very a fool to be married to hell?

Tush, Gremio.

Though it pass your patience and mine to endure her loud alarums.

Why man, there be good fellows in the world.

And money enough.

Petruchio.

My old friend of Verona.

Gremio.

Petruchio.

My good friend, Petruchio.

Gremio.

And tell me now, my friend.

What happy gale blows you to Padua here from old Verona?

Such wind as scatters young men across the world to seek their fortunes.

Good.

Antonio, my father is deceased.

So I have come abroad to see the world. Happily to wed.

And thrive, as best I may.

In Padua.

Petruchio.

Didst thou say 'wed'?

Ay, wed.

Katherine?

Katherine.

Shall I then wish thee to a shrewd, ill-tempered wife?

O no.

I promise thee she shall be rich.

And very rich.

Thou art too much my friend.

And I'll not wish thee to her. - Signior Gremio.

If thou know'st one rich enough.

To be Petruchio's wife.

Be she as foul as was Florentius' love.

As old as Sibyl. As shrewd and curst as Socrates' Xanthippe.

Or as rough as the swelling Adriatic seas.

I have come to wed in Padua.

Wealthily. And if wealthily, then ..

Happily in Padua.

Petruchio.

Since we are stepped thus far in.

I will continue that I broached in jest.

I can, Petruchio, help thee to a wife.

With wealth enough. And young.

And beauteous.

Her name is Katherine Minola.

Katherine Minola?

Ay.

Wherefore, Grumio?

She is so curst and shrewd.

That were my state even worser than it is.

I wouldn't marry her for a mine of gold.

Thou know'st not the effect of gold.

I'll have her.

Though she chide as loud as thunder when the clouds in autumn crack.

Tell me her father's name, and 'tis enough.

Her father is Baptista Minola.

An affable and courteous gentleman.

Baptista?

Baptista Minola.

I know her father yet I know not her.

He knew my deceased father well.

Come. I will not sleep until I see her. - Tarry, Petruchio.

I will go with thee.

For in Baptista's keep my treasure is.

His youngest daughter, beautiful Bianca.

O, this order hath Baptista given.

But good Hortensio cannot wed the younger daughter.

Til Katherine, the elder, have a husband.

Therefore shall you do me grace.

And offer me .. to old Baptista.

Disguised as a .. - As a schoolmaster.

Well versed in music. - To instruct his daughter.

I may make love to fair Bianca.

And all unsuspected court her by herself.

So said. So done.

Is well.

Master.

You would woo this Katherine?

Ay. - And marry her?

I know that she is an irksome, brawling scold.

If that be all, I hear no harm.

You would not wed this wildcat?

Why came I hither but to that intent?

Think'st thou a little din can daunt mine ears?

Have I not in my time heard lions roar?

Have I not heard the sea, puffed up with winds ..

Rage like an angry boar chafèd with sweat?

Have I not heard great ordnance in the field?

And heaven's artillery thunder in the skies?

Have I not in a pitchèd battle heard ..

Loud 'larums, neighing steeds.

And trumpets clang?

And you tell me of a woman's tongue.

A woman's tongue.

A woman's tongue.

A woman's tongue.

A woman's tongue.

I should like to comb your noddle with a three-legged stool.

And paint your face and use you like a fool.

What, shall I be appointed hours?

As though, belike, I knew not what to take and what to leave?

Ha.

She is your treasure. She must have a husband.

I must dance barefoot on your wedding day.

And for your love to her, lead apes in hell.

Talk not to me.

I'll find revenge.

But Katherine.

You may go to the devil's dam.

Was ever gentleman thus grieved as I?

Good sir. Pray tell me.

Have you not a daughter called Katherine, fair and virtuous?

Have you not a daughter called Katherine?

Fair and virtuous.

I have a daughter, sir, called Katherine.

You are too blunt. Go to it orderly.

You wrong me, Signior Gremio. Give me leave.

I am a gentleman of Verona, sir.

That hearing of her beauty and her wit.

Her bashful modesty and mild behaviour.

Am bold to show myself a guest within your house.

You are welcome, sir.

And what might be your name? - Petruchio is my name.

Antonio's son.

A man well known throughout all of Italy.

Antonio.

Indeed, I knew him well.

Bianca.

Hortensio.

I would present you with a man of mine.

Signior .. Litio.

Cunning in music and mathematics.

To instruct your daughters in those sciences.

Whereof I know they are not ignorant.

But, if I accept of him ..

Or else, you do me wrong.

Signior. Signior Baptista.

You.

You would teach my daughter Katherine?

Ay, sir.

God save you, sir.

And fair Bianca too.

Bianca. Yes.

Bianca.

Lead this gentleman to your sister.

But father.

Tell her .. tell her he is your tutor.

You shall see your pupil presently.

Pray bid her use him well.

And now, sir. As for your daughter Katherine.

She is not for you. The more my grief.

O, I see. Then you do not wish to part with her?

Or else you like not my company?

No. Mistake me not.

Signior Baptista, my business asketh haste.

And every day I cannot come to woo.

Tell me, with your daughter as my wife ..

What dowry shall I have?

Dowry? - Ay, dowry.

After my death, the one half of my lands.

And in possession, twenty thousand crowns.

Twenty thousand crowns.

Twenty thousand? - Twenty thousand.

It will do.

Let agreement then be drawn between us.

Ah, but when first her love you have obtained.

Love?

That's nothing.

I tell thee, father.

I am as peremptory as she is proud-minded.

And when two raging fires meet.

Together they do consume the thing that feeds their fury.

Though little fire grows great with little wind.

Yet extreme gusts will blow out fire and all.

For I am rough.

And woo not like a babe.

Katherine?

Ay.

By the world she is a lusty wench.

O, I love her ten times more than ere I did.

O, my friend.

Canst not break my daughter Katherine to the lute?

Why no.

She has broke the lute to me.

Good neighbor Gremio.

Do thou attend him?

O, how I long to have ..

A grapple with her.

For all of Padua.

I would not have a .. grapple with her.

Signior Petruchio.

Do you still desire that I send my daughter Katherine to you?

I pray you do.

I will attend her.

What a wench.

What a wench.

Good morrow, Kate.

Kate?

That is your name, my dear.

You must be hard of hearing.

They call me Katherine!

Who do talk of me.

You lie, in faith, for you are called plain Kate.

Mad Kate.

Wild Kate.

And sometimes Kate the curst.

But Kate.

My dainty Kate.

The prettiest Kate in Christendom.

Kate of my consolation.

Have I not heard thy mildness praised in every town?

Thy virtues spoke of. And thy beauty sounded.

Yet not so deeply as belongs to thee.

O, Kate.

Kate, I move to woo thee for my wife.

Let him that moved you hither remove thee hence.

Come, Kate. Come.

You must not look so sour.

It is my fashion when I see a crab.

Why, here is no crab.

Come, Kate. Come. Sit down.

Sit down!

Come, come. You wasp.

You are too angry.

If I be waspish.

Best beware my sting!

Come, Kate. Come.

Why not be friends? - Let me go.

Let me go.

'Twas told me that you were rough and sullen.

No. I find you passing gentle.

Thou canst not frown, nor look askance.

Nor bite thy lip as angry wenches will.

For thou art pleasant.

Courteous.

And sweet as springtime flowers.

Why does the world report that Kate doth limp?

O sland'rous world.

Come Kate. Let me see you walk.

Good Kate.

Your father hath consented that you shall be my wife.

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

For I am he that's born to tame you, Kate.

And change you from a wild Kate.

To just.

Plain household Kate.

Thou art not curst.

But modest as the dove.

The heart not hot.

But temperate as the morn.

Ah, good father.

Now, Signior Petruchio. How speed you with my daughter?

How but well, sir? How but well?

It were impossible that I should speed amiss.

'Tis incredible to believe how much she loves me.

She hung about my neck, and kiss on kiss she vied so fast.

Protecting her devotion.

That in a twink she won me to her love.

Well now, my daughter.

Call you me daughter?

Now I promise you.

You show the tender fatherly regard to wish me wed to one ..

Half lunatic.

A madcap ruffian.

And a swearing Jack.

Father, 'tis thus.

Yourself and all the world have talked amiss of her.

Father.

We have 'greed so well together that Sunday is our wedding day.

I'll see thee hanged on Sunday first.

Come. Give me your hand, Kate.

Father, provide the feast and bid the guests.

I know not what to say. But 'tis a match.

Give me your hand.

Don't move.

God send you joy, Petruchio.

Father, adieu.

Come, Kate.

Kiss me.

I go to my country house to prepare our coming.

We will have rings and things and fine array.

For Sunday is our wedding day.

Kate.

Father, adieu.

Good Katherine.

Sweet daughter.

You.

Petruchio.

Petruchio.

Petruchio.

Kate.

Look to your seat, Petruchio.

Or I throw you.

Katherine, you shall tame this braggart.

For if she fails.

I'll tie up her tongue.

And pare down her nails.

What mockery.

To want the bridegroom when the priest attends.

What say you to this shame of ours?

No shame but mine.

I told you he was a frantic fool.

Katherine.

I must, forsooth ..

Be forced to give my hand unto a madman.

Who wooed in haste, and means to wed at leisure.

He'll woo a thousand.

Until the day of marriage.

Ha, ha, ha, ha.

Make friends.

Invite.

Proclaim the banns.

Ha, ha, ha.

Yet never means to wed where he hath wooed.

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'.

Would that I had never seen him.

I cannot blame thee now to weep.

For such an injury would vex a saint.

Master is coming.

Master is coming. - Petruchio?

Ay, sir. - Good.

You.

Petruchio is coming.

Where is Kate?

Where is my lovely bride?

How does my father?

Good Gremio.

Methinks you frown.

You know this is your wedding day? - Ay.

First we were sad.

Fearing you would not come.

Now, sadder.

Fie, doff this habit.

Shame to your estate.

An eyesore to our solemn festival.

Tell us what occasion hath all so long detained you from your wife.

And sent you hither.

So unlike yourself.

Tedious it were to tell. Sufficeth I am come to keep my word.

But.

Where is Kate?

I stay too long from her.

The morning wears.

Come. 'Tis time we were in church.

Petruchio.

See not your bride in these unreverent robes.

Go to my house.

Put on clothes of mine. - Not I. Believe me.

Thus, I will see her.

But thus, I trust, you will not marry her.

Good sooth. Even thus.

Therefore, ha' done with words.

To me she's married. Not unto my clothes.

But what a fool am I to stay and chat with you.

I must kiss my lovely Kate.

Petruchio.

Baptista, the ceremony waits.

Go get the bride. - Yes.

Come closer. Just a little.

My dear friends.

You are about to enter into a union that is most sacred.

And most serious.

It is most sacred because it was established by God.

And most serious because it binds you together for life.

In a relationship so close and so intimate.

That it will profoundly influence your whole life.

Bear in mind that you are pledged to share your successes and failures.

Your pleasures and pains.

Your joys and your sorrows.

You know that these elements are mingled in every life.

And are to be expected in your own.

And so.

Whatever has befallen you.

Take each other for better or for worse.

For richer or for poorer.

In sickness and in health.

Will you then repeat these words that I quote you?

It is a beautiful tribute to your devout faith in each other that ..

Recognizing them fully for their import.

You will nevertheless go willing and ready to pronounce them.

And because these words involve such solemn obligations.

It is most fitting then to possess the security of wedded life.

Upon the great principle of happiness.

Petruchio.

Wilt thou take Katherine, here present.

For thy lawful wife?

Ay, by gog's wouns.

Katherine.

Wilt thou take Petruchio, here present, for thy lawful husband?

I do!

And now Katherine and Petruchio. I join thee together in matrimony ..

In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost.

Amen.

Come, my son.

The wedding feast awaits.

Good father and friends.

I thank you for your pains.

I know you think to dine with me today and made great store of wedding cheer.

But.

My haste doth call me hence. And therefore.

I must take my leave.

Is 't possible you must away at once?

Ay. At once.

Therefore, honest company, I thank you all that have beheld me ..

Give myself away to this most patient ..

Sweet and virtuous wife.

Dine with my father. Drink a health to me.

And so farewell to you all.

Let me entreat you.

Await the feast. - It may not be.

Let me entreat you. - It cannot be.

Wait.

Let me entreat you.

Ha.

I am content.

He is content to stay. - No.

I am content that you entreat me stay.

And yet not stay.

Entreat me how you can.

Grumio, my horse.

Come, Kate.

I will not go today.

No?

No. Nor tomorrow.

Nor until I please myself.

O Kate, content thee. Prithee, be not angry.

I will be angry. What hast thou to do?

Father, be quiet.

He shall stay my leisure.

Gentlemen, forward to the bridal feast.

I see a woman may be made a fool if she hath not the spirit to resist.

They shall go forward, Kate. At your command.

Obey the bride. You that attend on her.

Go to the feast, carouse and revel.

Be mad and merry or ..

Go hang yourselves.

As for my bonny Kate.

She must with me.

Nay, look not so big.

Nor stamp, nor stare, nor fret.

I will be master of what is mine own.

She is my goods, my chattels.

My field, my barn, my horse, my ox.

My anything.

There she stands.

Touch her, whoever dare.

Grumio, draw forth thy weapon.

I'll bring mine action on the proudest one.

That stops my way in Padua.

We are beset with thieves.

Grumio, rescue thy mistress if thou be'est a man.

Fear not, sweet wench. They shall not harm thee.

Kate. I'll buckler thee against a million.

Of all mad matches.

Never was the like.

Being mad herself, she's madly mated.

I warrant him.

Petruchio is Kated.

Master is coming.

Master is coming.

My master is coming.

Achoo!

Is master coming, Grumio?

Ay, Curtis. Ay.

Achoo.

And therefore a fire. I was sent ahead to make a fire.

Is supper ready? Where is the cook?

Is the house trimmed?

The carpets laid?

The cobwebs swept?

The bridal chamber ready, all things in order? Everything neat and tidy?

Achoo.

[ Thunderclap ]

Achoo.

[ Thunderclap ]

Grumio.

Make haste, Grumio.

Prepare me a dry towel.

Kate.

Sit down.

Welcome.

Look to your feet.

Petruchio.

What ho, you knaves.

Why was no-one here to hold my stirrup?

Or to take my horse?

Where is Nathaniel, Gregory, Philip. Curtis?

Here sir. - Here sir.

You loggerheaded and unpolished grooms.

What? No attendance? No regard?

No duty? No anything.

Where is the foolish knave I sent before?

Grumio.

Grumio!

Grumio.

Achoo.

You peasant swain.

Go and fetch my supper in.

And take along these rascal knaves with thee.

Out.

Out!

Come, Kate.

Come, Kate. Sit down. Sit down.

Grumio.

Off with my boots, you rogue. You villain.

Be merry, Kate. Be merry.

Out, you rogue.

You pluck my foot awry.

Take that.

And mend the plucking of the other.

Nay. Be merry, Kate. Be merry.

What ho. Some water.

Come Kate and wash. And welcome heartily.

You worthless villain.

You let it fall.

Patience, I pray thee.

'Twas a fault unwilling.

You.

Beetle-headed flap-eared knave.

Kate, come. Sit down. Come.

I know you have a stomach.

Grumio. My slippers.

Kate.

Will you give thanks or else shall I?

What is this?

N-n-n-nothing, sir.

M-m-m-mutton.

Who brought this?

I.

'Tis burnt.

And so is all the meat.

What dogs are these?

You rascal cook.

How durst you serve it to me thus.

There. Take it to you.

So you grumble, eh?

I'll be with you straight.

You heedless joltheads.

And unmannered slaves.

I pray you, husband.

Be not so disquiet.

There.

Well, if you were so contented.

O ..

I tell thee, Kate. It was burnt.

It was dried away.

And I expressly am forbid to touch it.

It engenders choler, and feedeth anger.

And better 'twere that I did fast than eat such over-roasted flesh.

Sit well.

Tonight we will fast for company.

Come, Kate.

I will bring thee to thy bridal chamber.

Ah!

Troilus.

Good dog.

It was a hearty meal.

Thus have I politically begun my reign.

And 'tis my hope to end successfully.

Today she ate no meat.

Tonight she cannot sleep.

As with the meat.

Some fault I'll find about the making of the bed.

Here, I'll fling the pillow.

There the bolster.

This way the coverlet.

Another way, the sheets.

And amidst this hurly.

I'll pretend that all is done in loving care of her.

And then forsooth, she'll watch all night.

And if she chance to nod.

I'll .. rail and sing.

And my singing keep her still awake.

This is the way to kill a wife.

With kindness.

And thus I'll curb her mad and headstrong humor.

Dost thou no better how to tame a shrew?

Nay, good Troilus. Nay.

Heavens.

[ Singing ]

How bright and goodly shines the sun.

The sun? The moon.

It is not sunlight now.

Ha.

I say it is the sun that shines so bright.

I know it is the moon that shines so bright.

Evermore crossed.

And crossed.

Nothing but crossed.

It shall be sun or star or what I will.

It is the sun.

Sun?

Or if you please, call it ..

A candle.

I vow it shall be so for me.

Nay. Then you lie.

It is the blessèd moon.

Then God be blest. It is the blessèd moon.

But moon it is not, when you say it is not.

For the sun changes even as your mind.

What you will have it named, even that it is.

And so it shall be for Katherine.

What's this?

A spot?

No.

You.

O Petruchio.

Petruchio.

O belovèd.

Petruchio.

I, that have heard.

Lions roar.

The rage of an angry sea.

Yes, dearest.

Come.

Come.

There.

There.

The sun .. is shining bright.

Ay.

The blessèd sun.

Thy husband.

Is thy lord.

Thy life. Thy keeper.

Thy head.

Thy sovereign.

One that cares for thee.

And for thy maintenance.

Commits his body to ..

Painful labor both by sea and land.

To watch the night in storms.

The day in cold.

Whilst thou liest warm at home.

Secure and safe.

And craves no other tribute at thy hands.

But love.

Fair looks.

And true obedience.

Too little payment for so great a debt.

I am ashamed that women are so simple.

To offer war where they should kneel for peace.

Or seek for rule.

Supremacy and sway.

When they are bound to serve.

Love.

And.

Obey.

There's a wench.

Come on and kiss me, Kate.

Drink.

..w-g..