No Fear Shakespeare
The Taming of the Shrew
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Act 4, Scene 5, Page 2
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KATHERINE
Then God be blessed, it is the blessèd 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 Katherine.
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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.
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HORTENSIO
Petruchio, go thy ways; the field is won.
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HORTENSIO
Petruchio, do whatever you like. You’ve won.
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PETRUCHIO
Well, forward, forward! Thus the bowl should run,
And not unluckily against the bias.
But, soft! Company is coming here.
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PETRUCHIO
Well, onward, then. That’s how things should
be—straight and smooth. But, hang on! I hear someone
coming.
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Enter VINCENTIO
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VINCENTIO
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(to
VINCENTIO)
Good morrow, gentle mistress, where away?—
Tell 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?—
Fair lovely maid, once more good day to thee.—
Sweet Kate, embrace her for her beauty’s sake.
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(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.
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HORTENSIO
(aside) He will make the man mad,
to make a woman of him.
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HORTENSIO
(speaking so that only the audience can hear)
He will drive the man mad pretending he thinks he’s a
woman.
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KATHERINE
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 favorable stars
Allot thee for his lovely bedfellow!
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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.
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