Fie, fie! unknit that threatening unkind brow,
And dart not scornful glances from those eyes,
To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor:
It blots thy beauty as frosts do bite the meads,
Confounds thy fame as whirlwinds shake fair buds,
And in no sense is meet or amiable.
A ...

They sit conferring by the parlor fire.

What is your will, sir, that you send for me?

And I am mean indeed, respecting you.

A very mean meaning.

'He that is giddy thinks the world turns round:'
I pray you, tell me what you meant by that.

Mistress, how mean you that?

Nay, I will give thee a kiss: now pray thee, love, stay.

No, sir, God forbid; but ashamed to kiss.

What, in the midst of the street?

Husband, let's follow, to see the end of this ado.

Pardon, old father, my mistaking eyes,
That have been so bedazzled with the sun
That everything I look on seemeth green:
Now I perceive thou art a reverend father;
Pardon, I pray thee, for my mad mistaking.

Young budding virgin, fair and fresh and sweet,
Whither away, or where is thy abode?
Happy the parents of so fair a child;
Happier the man, whom favourable stars
Allot thee for his lovely bed-fellow!

Then, God be bless'd, it is the blessed sun:
But 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 Katharina.

I know it is the moon.

Forward, I pray, since we have come so far,
And be it moon, or sun, or what you please:
An if you please to call it a rush-candle,
Henceforth I vow it shall be so for me.

I know it is the sun that shines so bright.

The moon! the sun: it is not moonlight now.

I dare assure you, sir, 'tis almost two;
And 'twill be supper-time ere you come there.

I never saw a better-fashion'd gown,
More quaint, more pleasing, nor more commendable:
Belike you mean to make a puppet of me.

Love me or love me not, I like the cap;
And it I will have, or I will have none.

Why, sir, I trust I may have leave to speak;
And speak I will; I am no child, no babe:
Your betters have endured me say my mind,
And if you cannot, best you stop your ears.
My tongue will tell the anger of my heart,
Or else my heart ...

I'll have no bigger: this doth fit the time,
And gentlewomen wear such caps as these

I thank you, sir.

I pray you, let it stand.

Faith, as cold as can be.

Go, get thee gone, thou false deluding slave,
Beats him
That feed'st me with the very name of meat:
Sorrow on thee and all the pack of you,
That triumph thus upon my misery!
Go, get thee gone, I say.

Then both, or one, or any thing thou wilt.

Why then, the beef, and let the mustard rest.

A dish that I do love to feed upon.

I like it well: good Grumio, fetch it me.

'Tis passing good: I prithee let me have it.

The more my wrong, the more his spite appears:
What, did he marry me to famish me?
Beggars, that come unto my father's door,
Upon entreaty have a present aims;
If not, elsewhere they meet with charity:
But I, who never knew how to entreat,
Nor never needed that ...

I pray you, husband, be not so disquiet:
The meat was well, if you were so contented.

Patience, I pray you; 'twas a fault unwilling.

I will be angry: what hast thou to do?
Father, be quiet; he shall stay my leisure.

Nay, then,
Do what thou canst, I will not go to-day;
No, nor to-morrow, not till I please myself.
The door is open, sir; there lies your way;
You may be jogging whiles your boots are green;
For me, I'll not be gone till I please myself:
'Tis like ...

Now, if you love me, stay.

Are you content to stay?

Let me entreat you.

Would Katharina had never seen him though!

No shame but mine: I must, forsooth, be forced
To give my hand opposed against my heart
Unto a mad-brain rudesby full of spleen;
Who woo'd in haste and means to wed at leisure.
I told you, I, he was a frantic fool,
Hiding his bitter jests in blunt ...

I'll see thee hang'd on Sunday first.

Call you me daughter? now, I promise you
You have show'd a tender fatherly regard,
To wish me wed to one half lunatic;
A mad-cup ruffian and a swearing Jack,
That thinks with oaths to face the matter out.

Yes; keep you warm.

A witty mother! witless else her son.

Where did you study all this goodly speech?

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

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

I care not.