[_To Tranio_.]
Signior Lucentio, this is the ’pointed day
That Katherine and Petruchio should be married,
And yet we hear not of our son-in-law.
What will be said? What mockery will it be
To want the bridegroom when the priest attends
To speak the ceremonial rites of marriage!
What says Lucentio to this shame of ours?
Signior Lucentio, this is the day Katherine and Petruchio were supposed to be married, and yet we haven't heard anything from our new son-in-law. What will people say? What a mockery it will be to need the groom when the priest is waiting to speak the marriage vows! What does Lucentio have to say about this shame on us?
Signior Lucentio, today's the day Katherine and Petruchio were supposed to get married, but we haven't heard anything from him. What's everyone gonna think? It'll be so embarrassing to be missing the groom while the priest is here ready to do the ceremony! What do you think about this mess?
today katherine n petruchio r supposed 2 marry but where is he whats ppl gonna say shame on us
No shame but mine; I must, forsooth, be forc’d
To give my hand, oppos’d 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 behaviour;
And to be noted for a merry man,
He’ll woo a thousand, ’point the day of marriage,
Make friends, invite, and proclaim the banns;
Yet never means to wed where he hath woo’d.
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.’
I'm the one who has to be ashamed; I'm forced against my own heart to give my hand to an impulsive madman, full of bitter moods, who courted in a frenzy but plans to marry slowly. I told you he was a crazy fool, hiding his mean jokes behind crude behavior, wanting to be known as a funny man. He'll court a thousand women, set their wedding day, make friends, invite guests, have the wedding announced, but he'll never actually marry any of them. Now the whole world will point at poor Katherine and say 'Look! There's the wife of crazy Petruchio— if it pleased him to show up and actually marry her.'
I'm the one getting humiliated. He practically forced me to agree to this—some wild guy who falls head over heels one second and wants to drag things out the next. I already told you he's just messing with everyone, acting rude as a cover for his jokes. He wants to look like the funny guy, so he goes around flirting with every woman out there, picks dates, sends invitations, makes it official, then just never shows up. Now everyone's going to laugh at me and ask if Petruchio even wants me enough to actually go through with it.
this is so humiliating he rushed me but treats it like a joke sets up dates then ghosts ppl everyone's gonna laugh at me if he even bothers showing up
Patience, good Katherine, and Baptista too.
Upon my life, Petruchio means but well,
Whatever fortune stays him from his word:
Though he be blunt, I know him passing wise;
Though he be merry, yet withal he’s honest.
Wait, Katherine, and you too, Baptista. On my life, Petruchio means well, whatever unexpected thing keeps him from his word. Though he seems blunt, I know he's genuinely wise. Though he acts like a joker, still he's honest.
Look, give it a chance, Katherine—and you too, sir. I swear Petruchio's got good intentions. Something unexpected might be in his way, but that doesn't mean he's lying. Yeah, he comes across as kind of rough, but the guy's actually smart. Sure, he jokes around, but he's an honest person.
trust him he's got good reasons smart guy actually honest
Would Katherine had never seen him though!
I wish Katherine had never laid eyes on him.
Honestly, I wish I'd never even met him.
wish i never saw him
Go, girl, I cannot blame thee now to weep,
For such an injury would vex a very saint;
Much more a shrew of thy impatient humour.
Go ahead, girl, I can't blame you for crying now. Someone in this situation would upset even a saint, much less someone temperamental like you.
Go on, cry if you want to. I get it—this would make anyone upset, not just you. A saint would lose it in your situation.
cry all u want this would break anyone even a saint tbh
Master, master! News! old news, and such news as you never heard of!
Boss, boss! News! It's old news, but also news like you've never heard before!
Boss, boss! I got news! It's old-fashioned news, but the kind of news you've never heard!
boss boss news old but also new
Is it new and old too? How may that be?
Is it new and old at the same time? How can that be?
Wait, how can something be both new and old?
new and old at once? make that make sense
Why, is it not news to hear of Petruchio’s coming?
Well, is it not news to hear that Petruchio's coming?
So, is it old news that Petruchio's showing up, or what?
isn't petruchio showing up tho?
Is he come?
Has he arrived?
Is he here?
he here yet?
Why, no, sir.
Why, no, sir.
Why, no, sir.
Why, no, sir.
What then?
What then?
What then?
What then?
He is coming.
He is coming.
He is coming.
He is coming.
When will he be here?
At what time do you expect him to arrive?
So when does he get here?
when's he coming
When he stands where I am and sees you there.
When he stands in my place and can see you standing there.
He'll be here when he's standing right where I am now, looking at you.
when he's where i am rn looking at u
But say, what to thine old news?
But what about your old news?
So what was that old news you mentioned?
wait what old news
Why, Petruchio is coming, in a new hat and an old jerkin; a pair of old
breeches thrice turned; a pair of boots that have been candle-cases,
one buckled, another laced; an old rusty sword ta’en out of the town
armoury, with a broken hilt, and chapeless; with two broken points: his
horse hipped with an old mothy saddle and stirrups of no kindred;
besides, possessed with the glanders and like to mose in the chine;
troubled with the lampass, infected with the fashions, full of
windgalls, sped with spavins, rayed with the yellows, past cure of the
fives, stark spoiled with the staggers, begnawn with the bots, swayed
in the back and shoulder-shotten; near-legged before, and with a
half-checked bit, and a head-stall of sheep’s leather, which, being
restrained to keep him from stumbling, hath been often burst, and now
repaired with knots; one girth six times pieced, and a woman’s crupper
of velure, which hath two letters for her name fairly set down in
studs, and here and there pieced with pack-thread.
Petruchio is coming dressed in a brand new hat and an old jacket. He's wearing old breeches that have been patched three times. His boots look like they used to hold candles—one has a buckle, the other is laced up. He has an old rusty sword from the town arsenal with a broken handle and missing crossguard. His horse is in terrible shape—it has hip problems, a moldy old saddle, mismatched stirrups, and suffers from multiple diseases: glanders and wasting. It has swollen glands, fashionable diseases, windgalls, spavins, yellowing of the hooves, and incurable sickness. It's stumbling dangerously, eaten by worms, weak in the back with shoulders strained, has bad front legs, and is wearing a cheap leather bridle that's been broken and repaired many times with knots. The girth has been patched six times, and there's a woman's cushioned crupper with two letters embroidered on it, patched together with thread.
So Petruchio shows up in a brand new hat but wearing this old, raggedy jacket. He's got breeches that are falling apart—they've been patched so many times. His boots look ancient, like they were literally used as candle holders at some point. He's carrying this broken sword from the old town armory with the handle falling off. And his horse? Forget about it. The thing is basically falling apart. It's got saddle sores, a saddle that looks like it's been eaten by moths, mismatched stirrups, and about a million diseases. The poor thing can barely walk. It's falling apart in every way possible. The bridle is made of cheap leather and it's been broken and repaired so many times with knots. The girth has been sewn back together six times. It's got this old beat-up woman's saddle pad with someone's name embroidered on it.
petruchio comes in new hat old jacket torn up breeches boots falling apart old broken sword his horse is dying so many diseases mismatched everything patched a million times
Who comes with him?
Exactly who is accompanying him?
Who's coming with him?
who's with him
O, sir! his lackey, for all the world caparisoned like the horse; with
a linen stock on one leg and a kersey boot-hose on the other, gartered
with a red and blue list; an old hat, and the humour of forty fancies
prick’d in’t for a feather: a monster, a very monster in apparel, and
not like a Christian footboy or a gentleman’s lackey.
His servant looks exactly like his horse—completely ridiculous. The servant has a linen stocking on one leg and a coarse woolen boot-hose on the other, held up with a red and blue ribbon. He's wearing an old hat with feathers stuck in it randomly. He looks like a monster, a complete disaster—not like a proper Christian servant boy or a gentleman's servant.
Oh man, his servant looks just as ridiculous as the horse. He's got one regular stocking on one leg and some cheap woolen thing on the other, tied up with red and blue straps. His hat is ancient and has feathers jammed into it like he just grabbed them at random. The guy looks like a total monster—he looks nothing like a proper servant or anyone respectable.
his servant is ridiculous one leg has linen other has cheap wool old hat with crazy feathers looks like a monster not respectable at all
’Tis some odd humour pricks him to this fashion;
Yet oftentimes he goes but mean-apparell’d.
It's some strange impulse that drives him to this fashion. Yet often enough he goes around dressed simply.
Some weird whim made him dress like this, I guess. But usually he just wears regular clothes.
random mood drove this fit usually he dresses normal
I am glad he’s come, howsoe’er he comes.
I'm glad he's come, however he comes.
I'm just happy he showed up, dressed however.
glad he's here tbh
Why, sir, he comes not.
But sir, he's not coming.
But he's not here yet.
nah he hasnt shown still waiting
Didst thou not say he comes?
Didn't you just say he comes?
Wait, didn't you just say he was coming?
u literally just said he was coming
Who? that Petruchio came?
You mean that Petruchio came?
Like, that Petruchio showed up?
u mean petruchio already got here
Ay, that Petruchio came.
Yes, that Petruchio came.
Yeah, that Petruchio showed up.
yeah him
No, sir; I say his horse comes, with him on his back.
No sir, I'm saying his horse comes, with him riding it.
Nope—I mean his horse is coming with him on top of it.
nah i mean the horse is coming with him riding it
Why, that’s all one.
Well, that's all the same thing.
Okay, that's basically the same thing.
same diff tho
Nay, by Saint Jamy,
I hold you a penny,
A horse and a man
Is more than one,
And yet not many.
No, listen—I bet you a penny: a horse and a man makes more than one, and yet not many.
No way, I'll take that bet for a penny: a horse plus one man adds up to more than one, but it's not really a lot of things.
bet you a penny tho horse + man = more than 1 but not like heaps
Petruchio's deliberately outrageous behavior at his wedding — the clothes, the lateness, the brawling with the priest, the abrupt departure — is best understood as a calculated social performance. He is establishing, in front of the entire wedding party, that normal social rules do not apply to him. Katherine has always broken social rules and been punished for it — treated as a problem, a shrew, something to be managed. Petruchio simply claims the same license, but from a position of power: a man behaving badly is a character, a woman behaving badly is a problem. By out-Katherine-ing Katherine publicly, he seizes the narrative. The clothes, specifically, are a statement: 'She married me for myself, not my status.' It sounds generous. It is also a form of control — he removes even the dignity of the ceremony from her.
Come, where be these gallants? Who is at home?
Come, where are these fancy gentleman? Who's at home?
So where are all the important guys? Is anybody home?
yo where is everyone
You are welcome, sir.
You're welcome here, sir.
Welcome, sir.
welcome
And yet I come not well.
And yet I haven't come in good condition.
But I didn't exactly make a great entrance.
didnt exactly make a great entrance tho
And yet you halt not.
But you're not even limping.
But you're walking fine.
ur walking fine tho
Not so well apparell’d as I wish you were.
Not dressed as well as I would wish you were.
Yeah, you could probably stand to dress better.
ngl u could dress better
Were it better, I should rush in thus.
But where is Kate? Where is my lovely bride?
How does my father? Gentles, methinks you frown;
And wherefore gaze this goodly company,
As if they saw some wondrous monument,
Some comet or unusual prodigy?
Would it be better if I had rushed in like this? But where is Kate? Where is my beautiful bride? How is my father? Gentlemen, it seems to me you're all frowning. And why is this respectable crowd staring as if they saw some marvelous sight, some comet or some unusual omen?
Would it be better if I'd come in all wild and crazy like this? Anyway, where's Kate? Where's my lovely bride? How's my father doing? You all look like you're frowning at me. Why's everyone staring like they're seeing something magical—like a comet or some weird omen or something?
would rushing in be better? where's kate tho where's my bride why's everyone staring like i'm some weird omen
Why, sir, you know this is your wedding-day:
First were we sad, fearing you would not come;
Now sadder, that you come so unprovided.
Fie! doff this habit, shame to your estate,
An eye-sore to our solemn festival.
Sir, you know this is your wedding day. At first we were sad because we feared you wouldn't come. Now we're even sadder because you arrived looking like this, completely unprepared. Take off these rags! This is shameful to your status. This outfit is an ugly sight at our formal wedding celebration.
Sir, this is your wedding day, remember? We were worried you wouldn't show up, but now we're even more upset because you showed up looking like that. Take those clothes off! This is embarrassing for someone of your position. You look awful at a formal wedding.
its your wedding day we were sad you wouldnt come now sadder you look like that take it off this is shameful you look terrible
And tell us what occasion of import
Hath all so long detain’d you from your wife,
And sent you hither so unlike yourself?
And tell us what important reason has kept you away from your wife for so long and sent you here looking nothing like yourself?
And tell us what important thing kept you away from Katherine so long, and why you're dressed so weird.
what kept you from kate this long why r u dressed like this
Tedious it were to tell, and harsh to hear;
Sufficeth I am come to keep my word,
Though in some part enforced to digress;
Which at more leisure I will so excuse
As you shall well be satisfied withal.
But where is Kate? I stay too long from her;
The morning wears, ’tis time we were at church.
It would be tedious to tell you the details and harsh to hear them. All that matters is that I've come to keep my promise. Though I did have to take a detour, I'll explain it to you in detail later, and you'll be satisfied with my reasons. But where is Kate? I'm spending too much time here away from her. The morning is wearing on. It's time we got to the church.
Look, it's a long story and you don't want to hear it anyway. What matters is I'm here and I'm going to keep my word. I had to take a detour, and I'll explain everything later and you'll understand. Where's Kate? I shouldn't be standing here talking—the morning's going by and we need to get to the church.
long story im here for kate i had to make a detour ill explain later where is she morning is wasting lets go to church
See not your bride in these unreverent robes;
Go to my chamber, put on clothes of mine.
Don't show yourself to your bride in these disrespectful clothes. Go to my room and put on some of my clothes.
You can't let your bride see you dressed like that. Go put on some of my clothes.
change clothes b4 u see her go wear my stuff
Not I, believe me: thus I’ll visit her.
Not me, believe me—I'll visit her dressed just like this.
No way, I'm going to her like this.
nah i'm good going like this
But thus, I trust, you will not marry her.
But I trust you won't actually marry her dressed like this.
But you're not actually going to marry her in that outfit, right?
u can't marry her like that
Good sooth, even thus; therefore ha’ done with words;
To me she’s married, not unto my clothes.
Could I repair what she will wear in me
As I can change these poor accoutrements,
’Twere well for Kate and better for myself.
But what a fool am I to chat with you
When I should bid good morrow to my bride,
And seal the title with a lovely kiss!
Honestly, I will do just this, so stop arguing with me. I'm marrying her, not my clothes. If I could fix what she'll see in me the way I can change these shabby things, it would be good for Kate and better for myself. But what a fool I am to waste time chatting with you when I should be greeting my bride and sealing our bond with a sweet kiss!
Seriously, this is how it's going to be, so drop it. She's marrying me, not my outfit. If I could improve my actual self the way I can swap these crummy clothes, it'd be great for Kate and even better for me. But here I am, talking to you guys like an idiot, when I should be going to my bride and kissing her!
nah i'm doing this she's marrying me not my clothes if i could change myself easy as clothes would be perfect but i'm just standing here talking should be kissing my bride
He hath some meaning in his mad attire.
We will persuade him, be it possible,
To put on better ere he go to church.
He has some purpose in his crazy outfit. We'll try to convince him, if we can, to wear something better before he goes to church.
There's got to be some reason behind those weird clothes. We'll try to talk him into changing before they go to the church.
he's got a plan with the outfit maybe we can get him to change
I’ll after him and see the event of this.
I'll follow him and see how this turns out.
I'll go after him and see what happens.
gonna follow him
But, sir, to love concerneth us to add
Her father’s liking; which to bring to pass,
As I before imparted to your worship,
I am to get a man,—whate’er he be
It skills not much; we’ll fit him to our turn,—
And he shall be Vincentio of Pisa,
And make assurance here in Padua,
Of greater sums than I have promised.
So shall you quietly enjoy your hope,
And marry sweet Bianca with consent.
But to make this love work, sir, we need her father's approval. As I told you before, I need to find a man—any man really, it doesn't matter—we'll train him for our purposes. He'll pretend to be Vincentio of Pisa and he'll sign documents here in Padua promising even larger amounts of money than I've promised. That way you'll get what you want without any trouble, and you can marry sweet Bianca with her father's blessing.
Here's the thing though—to make this work, we need to get her father on board. Like I said before, I'm going to find some guy, any guy really, and we'll prep him to be a fake Vincentio of Pisa. He'll come here and sign documents promising a bunch of money. That way you get what you want without any problems, and you can marry Bianca with her father's approval.
we need her dad to approve the marriage im finding some guy well make him vincentio from pisa he signs documents says hes rich so you marry bianca with her dads blessing
Were it not that my fellow schoolmaster
Doth watch Bianca’s steps so narrowly,
’Twere good, methinks, to steal our marriage;
Which once perform’d, let all the world say no,
I’ll keep mine own despite of all the world.
If my other tutor wasn't watching Bianca so carefully, I'd think it good to sneak off and marry her. Once it's done, let the world say what it wants, I'll keep her as my wife no matter what.
If the other tutor wasn't watching Bianca like a hawk, I'd just go elope with her. Once we're married, nobody can undo it—she'd be my wife forever.
if he wasn't watching her so close i'd just marry her secretly once it's done nobody can stop us
That by degrees we mean to look into,
And watch our vantage in this business.
We’ll over-reach the greybeard, Gremio,
The narrow-prying father, Minola,
The quaint musician, amorous Licio;
All for my master’s sake, Lucentio.
We'll work on this step by step and watch for opportunities as they come. We'll outsmart the old man Gremio, the nosy father Baptista Minola, and the fancy music teacher, the lovesick Licio. All of this is for my master Lucentio's benefit.
We'll take this slowly and watch for our chances. We're going to trick the old guy Gremio, that snoopy father Baptista, and that fancy music teacher who's in love with Bianca. All of this is to help my master Lucentio.
well work on this slowly watch for opportunities well trick gremio the nosy father the fancy music guy its all for lucentio
Signior Gremio, came you from the church?
Signior Gremio, did you come from the church?
Signior Gremio, you coming from the church?
u just come from church
As willingly as e’er I came from school.
As eagerly as I ever came home from school.
About as happy as leaving school for the day.
as happy as leaving school
And is the bride and bridegroom coming home?
And are the bride and bridegroom coming home?
So the bride and groom are coming back here?
they coming back here
A bridegroom, say you? ’Tis a groom indeed,
A grumbling groom, and that the girl shall find.
A bridegroom, did you say? He's a groom all right— a grumbling groom, and that's what the girl will find out.
A bridegroom? Yeah, he's a groom—the grumpy kind. Katherine's going to find that out quick.
a bridegroom yeah a grumpy groom tho she's gonna learn that
Curster than she? Why, ’tis impossible.
Grouchier than her? That's impossible.
More grumpy than Katherine? Come on, that's not possible.
grumpier than her impossible
Why, he’s a devil, a devil, a very fiend.
He's a devil, a devil, an absolute demon.
The guy's a total demon.
he's a devil for real
Why, she’s a devil, a devil, the devil’s dam.
She's a devil, a devil, the devil's mother.
She's a demon too, maybe even worse.
she's a demon maybe worse
Tut! she’s a lamb, a dove, a fool, to him.
I’ll tell you, Sir Lucentio: when the priest
Should ask if Katherine should be his wife,
’Ay, by gogs-wouns’ quoth he, and swore so loud
That, all amaz’d, the priest let fall the book;
And as he stoop’d again to take it up,
The mad-brain’d bridegroom took him such a cuff
That down fell priest and book, and book and priest:
‘Now take them up,’ quoth he ‘if any list.’
Nonsense! She's like a lamb or a dove compared to him—she's nothing. Let me tell you what happened at the church, Lucentio. When the priest asked if Katherina should be his wife, he shouted 'Yes, by God!' so loudly and with such oaths that the astonished priest dropped the prayer book. When the priest bent down to pick it up, this crazy bridegroom hit him so hard that both the priest and the book fell down together. Then Petruchio said 'Pick them up if anyone wants to.'
Are you kidding me? She's nothing compared to him. She's like a little lamb next to him. I'll tell you what happened at the church. When the priest asked if he'd take Katherina, this guy yells out 'Yes, I swear to God!' so loud the priest gets shocked and drops his book. The priest bends down to pick it up and the bridegroom smacks him so hard that both the priest and the book go flying. Then he says 'Pick them up if you want them.'
shes nothing compared to him at the church priest asks will you take her he yells yes i swear to god priest drops the book bridegroom hits the priest priest and book both fall he says pick it up if you want
What said the wench, when he rose again?
What did the woman say when he got back up?
What did Katherine say after he did that?
what'd she say tho
Trembled and shook, for why, he stamp’d and swore
As if the vicar meant to cozen him.
But after many ceremonies done,
He calls for wine: ‘A health!’ quoth he, as if
He had been abroad, carousing to his mates
After a storm; quaff’d off the muscadel,
And threw the sops all in the sexton’s face,
Having no other reason
But that his beard grew thin and hungerly
And seem’d to ask him sops as he was drinking.
This done, he took the bride about the neck,
And kiss’d her lips with such a clamorous smack
That at the parting all the church did echo.
And I, seeing this, came thence for very shame;
And after me, I know, the rout is coming.
Such a mad marriage never was before.
Hark, hark! I hear the minstrels play.
Katherina trembled and shook because he was stamping and swearing like the vicar was trying to cheat him. But after the ceremony was done, he called for wine and said 'A toast!' like he was out partying with friends after a storm. He drank down the sweet wine and threw the soaked bread pieces in the sexton's face, for no better reason than the sexton's beard was thin and scraggly and seemed to be asking for the bread. After that, he grabbed the bride by the neck and kissed her lips with such a loud smacking kiss that the whole church echoed when they parted. Seeing this, I left out of sheer shame. I know the crowd came after me. Such a wild marriage has never been before. Listen, I hear the musicians playing!
She was shaking because he was stomping around and swearing like the priest was trying to con him. But after they got through all the ceremony stuff, he calls for wine and makes a toast like he's out with his buddies celebrating after a storm. He gulps down this fancy wine and throws the bread pieces in the sexton's face—and why? Just because the guy's beard looked thin and hungry. Then he grabs Katherina by the neck and plants this massive, loud kiss on her that echoed through the whole church. I was so embarrassed I just left. The whole crowd came after me. I've never seen a wedding like this. Listen, I can hear the music.
she shook he was cursing at the priest he drank wine toasted like at a bar threw bread in the sextons face kissed her so loud whole church echoed i left ashamed weirdest wedding ever
When Petruchio declares Katherine 'my goods, my chattels; she is my house, my household stuff, my field, my barn, my horse, my ox, my ass, my anything,' he is not being theatrical. In Elizabethan common law, a married woman's legal identity merged with her husband's — she could not own property, enter contracts, or sue independently. She was, legally, his chattel. The list is real. Shakespeare's audience would have recognized the legal vocabulary. The question for every production since is what to do with the comedy sitting on top of a genuine deprivation of personhood. The scene is structured so that Petruchio delivers the speech while 'protecting' Katherine from imaginary thieves — he's simultaneously claiming her as property and presenting himself as her champion. The audience laughing at the same moment it should be horrified is the scene working exactly as designed.
Train.
The wedding procession.
Here comes the wedding party.
wedding party arriving
Gentlemen and friends, I thank you for your pains:
I know you think to dine with me today,
And have prepar’d great store of wedding cheer
But so it is, my haste doth call me hence,
And therefore here I mean to take my leave.
Gentlemen and friends, I thank you for your effort and trouble. I know you expected to dine with me today and have prepared lots of wedding food. But the truth is, I'm in a hurry and I must leave. So I'm saying goodbye to you here.
Guys, I appreciate you being here and everything you've done. I know you wanted to have dinner with me and you've got a feast ready. But I've got to get going, so I'm going to leave now.
thanks for everything i know you made food but i gotta go im leaving now
Is’t possible you will away tonight?
Is it possible you're leaving tonight?
Are you seriously leaving tonight?
ur leaving tonight
I must away today before night come.
Make it no wonder: if you knew my business,
You would entreat me rather go than stay.
And, honest company, I thank you all,
That have beheld me give away myself
To this most patient, sweet, and virtuous wife.
Dine with my father, drink a health to me.
For I must hence; and farewell to you all.
I have to leave today before nightfall. Don't be surprised or upset. If you knew what my business is, you'd actually ask me to go rather than stay. And honest people, I thank you all for witnessing me give myself to this patient, sweet, and virtuous wife. Have dinner with my father and drink a toast to my health. I must go. Farewell to you all.
I have to leave today before dark. Don't make a big deal about it. If you knew what I had going on, you'd actually want me to go instead of asking me to stay. Friends, thanks for being here and seeing me marry this wonderful, patient, sweet wife. Go have dinner with my father and raise a glass to me. I have to go. Goodbye everyone.
i gotta leave before dark dont be mad you'd want me to go if you knew why thanks for being here for my wedding dine with my dad toast to me im leaving
Let us entreat you stay till after dinner.
Let us ask you to stay until after dinner.
Please stay for dinner.
stay for dinner
It may not be.
That's not possible.
Can't do it.
cant
Let me entreat you.
Let me ask you.
Please stay.
please
It cannot be.
It cannot be.
It cannot be.
It cannot be.
Let me entreat you.
Let me ask you.
Please stay.
please
I am content.
I am content.
I am content.
I am content.
Are you content to stay?
Will you stay?
You'll stay, right?
ur staying tho
I am content you shall entreat me stay;
But yet not stay, entreat me how you can.
I agree that you can ask me to stay, but even if you ask me however you can, I still won't stay.
Sure, you can ask me to stay all you want, but no matter how you ask, I'm not staying.
u can ask all u want i'm still leaving
Now, if you love me, stay.
Prove your love for me by staying with me.
If you really loved me, you'd stay.
if u love me stay
Grumio, my horse!
Grumio, my horse!
Grumio, my horse!
Grumio, my horse!
Ay, sir, they be ready; the oats have eaten the horses.
Yes sir, they're ready—the horses have eaten all the oats.
Yeah, the horses are all set. They've finished their oats.
horses r ready ate all the oats
Nay, then,
Do what thou canst, I will not go today;
No, nor tomorrow, 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 you’ll prove a jolly surly groom
That take it on you at the first so roundly.
No, listen, do what you want, but I'm not leaving today. No, not tomorrow either—not until I decide I want to. The door is open, sir, there's your way out. You can ride off while your boots are still new. But me, I'm staying right here until I'm good and ready. You sound like the kind of husband who throws his weight around right from the start, acting all bossy and tough.
No way. Do whatever you want, but I'm not going anywhere today. Not tomorrow either. Not until I say so. The door's right there—you can leave. Go on, take off while your boots are still in good shape. But I'm staying here as long as I want. You seem like the kind of guy who thinks he can boss his wife around from day one.
not today not tomorrow not til i say so the door's there if u wanna leave im staying til i'm ready u seem like a guy who likes controlling ppl
O Kate! content thee: prithee be not angry.
Kate, please calm down, please don't be angry.
Kate, come on, just relax. Don't be mad.
kate chill dont be mad
I will be angry: what hast thou to do?
Father, be quiet; he shall stay my leisure.
I will be angry—what's it to you? Father, stay out of this—he'll go when I say he can.
I'm going to be mad, and it's none of your business. Dad, stay out of it—he's not going anywhere until I say he can.
im gonna be mad its none of ur business dad back off he's staying til i say
Ay, marry, sir, now it begins to work.
Yes indeed, now it's starting to work.
Yep, now it's beginning to kick in.
now the magic's happening
Gentlemen, forward to the bridal dinner:
I see a woman may be made a fool,
If she had not a spirit to resist.
Gentlemen, go ahead to the wedding dinner. I see that a woman can be made a fool if she doesn't have the strength to push back.
Go on to dinner, guys. I just realized a woman can end up looking stupid if she doesn't stand up for herself.
go to dinner i just realized women look dumb if they don't fight back
They shall go forward, Kate, at thy command.
Obey the bride, you that attend on her;
Go to the feast, revel and domineer,
Carouse full measure to her maidenhead,
Be mad and merry, or go hang yourselves:
But for my bonny Kate, she must with me.
Nay, look not big, nor stamp, nor stare, nor fret;
I will be master of what is mine own.
She is my goods, my chattels; she is my house,
My household stuff, my field, my barn,
My horse, my ox, my ass, my anything;
And here she stands, touch her whoever dare;
I’ll bring mine action on the proudest he
That stops my way in Padua. Grumio,
Draw forth thy weapon; we are beset with thieves;
Rescue thy mistress, if thou be a man.
Fear not, sweet wench; they shall not touch thee, Kate;
I’ll buckler thee against a million.
They'll go, Kate, at your command. Obey the bride, all of you who serve her. Go to the party, have fun and be wild, raise your glasses high for her virginity, be crazy and happy, or go kill yourselves— but my pretty Kate is coming with me. Don't scowl or stomp or stare or complain. I'm the boss of what belongs to me. She is my property, my belongings; she is my house, my furniture, my field, my barn, my horse, my ox, my donkey, my everything. And here she stands—whoever touches her, I'll take to court, the proudest guy who blocks my way in Padua. Grumio, draw your sword; we're surrounded by robbers. Rescue your mistress if you're a man. Don't worry, sweetheart; they won't touch you, Kate. I'll defend you against a million men.
You all go ahead, Kate says so. Do what your bride tells you. Go party, celebrate, get drunk for her—go crazy or go hang yourselves, whatever. But Kate's leaving with me. Don't make any faces or stomp around or give me attitude. I'm in charge here. She's mine—everything she owns is mine, my house, my stuff, my property. And if anyone here touches her, I'm dragging them into court. I don't care who it is—if they get in my way, we've got a problem. Grumio, pull out your sword—there are thieves everywhere. Grab the mistress and be a man about it. Don't worry, gorgeous, nobody's getting near you. I'll take on an entire army for you.
yall go party kate says so do what she wants go crazy but she's coming w me i'm in charge here she's mine now try touching her u die grumio grab a weapon won't let anyone near her
Nay, let them go, a couple of quiet ones.
No, let them go—they're a calm pair.
Just let them go. They're pretty quiet about it.
let em go they're chill
Went they not quickly, I should die with laughing.
If they hadn't left so fast, I'd laugh myself to death.
If they hadn't taken off so quick, I'd be dying laughing.
if they went slower id die laughing
Of all mad matches, never was the like.
Of all the crazy marriages, never was there one like this.
I've never seen a weirder wedding than this.
craziest wedding ever
Mistress, what’s your opinion of your sister?
Mistress, what do you think about your sister?
So what do you think about your sister?
what u think of ur sis
That, being mad herself, she’s madly mated.
Since she's crazy herself, she's perfectly matched.
Well, she's crazy too, so they're a perfect fit for each other.
she's crazy too so perfect match
I warrant him, Petruchio is Kated.
I guarantee you, Petruchio has been Katherine-fied.
I'm telling you, Petruchio has officially been tamed by Katherine.
petruchio got tamed by kate fr
Neighbours and friends, though bride and bridegroom wants
For to supply the places at the table,
You know there wants no junkets at the feast.
Lucentio, you shall supply the bridegroom’s place;
And let Bianca take her sister’s room.
Neighbors and friends, even though the bride and bridegroom are missing from the table, you know the feast still has plenty of fancy treats. Lucentio, you'll take the bridegroom's place, and let Bianca take the bride's seat.
Folks, I know the bride and groom aren't here, but there's still tons of food. Lucentio, you sit where Petruchio would, and Bianca, you take Katherine's spot.
bride n groom r gone but food's still here lucentio u sit there bianca u take kate's seat
Shall sweet Bianca practise how to bride it?
Will sweet Bianca practice how to act like a bride?
Is Bianca going to practice being a bride?
bianca gonna practice bride stuff
She shall, Lucentio. Come, gentlemen, let’s go.
She will, Lucentio. Come on, gentlemen, let's go.
Yeah, Lucentio. Come on, everyone, let's head in.
yep lets go
The Reckoning
This scene is Petruchio's opening gambit as a 'tamer': by behaving more outrageously than Katherine ever has, he seizes control of the social narrative. But the scene's most electric moment belongs to Katherine — her speech about shame, delivered before he arrives, is one of the most honest speeches in the play. By the end, when he declares her his 'goods, my chattels,' the comedy has grown genuinely uncomfortable.
If this happened today…
Imagine a wedding where the groom shows up an hour late in ripped jeans and a broken-buckled boot, punches the priest during the ceremony, throws wine at the sexton, and then announces at the reception that he and his new wife are leaving immediately — while she stands there having told everyone he was never going to show up, now mortified to be proved both wrong and right at once. The guests watch him carry her out of the party while he yells that she's his property. Everyone laughs nervously.