No, no, forsooth; I dare not for my life.
No, no, truly; I wouldn't dare, not for my life.
No way, I'm not doing it.
no way id rather die
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 alms;
If not, elsewhere they meet with charity;
But I, who never knew how to entreat,
Nor never needed that I should entreat,
Am starv’d for meat, giddy for lack of sleep;
With oaths kept waking, and with brawling fed.
And that which spites me more than all these wants,
He does it under name of perfect love;
As who should say, if I should sleep or eat
’Twere deadly sickness, or else present death.
I prithee go and get me some repast;
I care not what, so it be wholesome food.
The more wrong he does to me, the more his cruelty shows. Did he marry me to starve me? Beggars who come to my father's door get immediate charity when they ask. If not there, they find kindness elsewhere. But I, who never knew how to beg and never needed to, am starved for food, dizzy from lack of sleep, kept awake by his swearing, fed only by his yelling. And what bothers me most of all, he does all this while claiming to love me perfectly, as if sleeping or eating would be deadly sickness or death itself. Please go get me some food. I don't care what, as long as it's wholesome.
The more he hurts me, the more I see how mean he is. Did he marry me just to starve me to death? Beggars who come to my father asking for help get something immediately. If not, they find charity somewhere else. But me? I never had to ask for anything in my life, and now I'm starving, can't sleep, he keeps me up yelling at me, that's all I get to eat is his anger. And the worst part? He says he's doing it all because he loves me so much—like if I ate or slept it would kill me. Just go get me something to eat, I don't care what, just something real.
he starves me beggars get more help i never had to beg im hungry cant sleep he yells at me all night he says its love he's killing me with kindness just get me food please
What say you to a neat’s foot?
What do you think of a calf's foot?
What about some calf's foot?
calf's foot?
’Tis passing good; I prithee let me have it.
It's quite good; please let me have it.
That sounds great, let me have some.
sounds good gimme
I fear it is too choleric a meat.
How say you to a fat tripe finely broil’d?
I'm afraid it's too heating a meat. What do you say to some fat tripe nicely broiled?
I'm worried it's too heavy. How about some nice roasted tripe instead?
too heavy 4 u tripe broiled instead?
I like it well; good Grumio, fetch it me.
I'm very pleased with it; good Grumio, bring it to me.
That sounds perfect, Grumio, go get it for me.
get that 4 me grumio
I cannot tell; I fear ’tis choleric.
What say you to a piece of beef and mustard?
I can't say; I'm afraid it's too heating. What do you say to a piece of beef and mustard?
I don't know; I'm still worried about that. How about some beef with mustard instead?
scared it's heavy beef + mustard good?
A dish that I do love to feed upon.
A dish that I love to eat.
That's my favorite meal.
i love that
Ay, but the mustard is too hot a little.
Right, but the mustard is going to be a bit too strong.
But the mustard might be too spicy.
mustard's spicy tho
Why then the beef, and let the mustard rest.
Then the beef, and skip the mustard.
Just give me the beef then, no mustard.
just beef no mustard
Nay, then I will not: you shall have the mustard,
Or else you get no beef of Grumio.
No, then I won't: you'll have the mustard, Or else you get no beef from Grumio.
No way, you're getting the mustard, Or you get no beef from me at all.
u get mustard or nothing no beef 4 u
Then both, or one, or anything thou wilt.
Then both, or one, or anything you want.
Fine, both or one or whatever you say.
both, one, whatever u want
Why then the mustard without the beef.
So you'll have the mustard on its own, no beef.
Then you get mustard without any beef.
mustard only no beef
Go, get thee gone, thou false deluding slave,
Go, get out of here, you deceiving servant,
Get out of here, you lying jerk,
get out of here liar
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.
You feed me with just the mention of meat. Sorrow fall on you and all your crowd who triumph in my misery! Go, get out, I'm telling you.
You're just talking about food, not giving me any. Curse you and all you people celebrating my suffering! Get out, I mean it.
ur just talking about food curse u all stop enjoying my pain get out
How fares my Kate? What, sweeting, all amort?
How is my Kate doing? What, sweetie, looking sad?
How are you doing, Kate? You look depressed.
you ok kate? u sad?
Mistress, what cheer?
Mistress, how are you? What's your mood?
How are you doing?
you ok
Faith, as cold as can be.
Well, as miserable as can be.
Pretty much as miserable as possible.
awful. that's how
Pluck up thy spirits; look cheerfully upon me.
Here, love; thou seest how diligent I am,
To dress thy meat myself, and bring it thee:
Cheer up; look happy at me. Here, love; you see how hard-working I am, To cook your food myself, and bring it to you:
Come on, look happy. Look, my dear; you can see how much I care, Cooking your food myself and bringing it to you:
smile 4 me i made u food myself
I am sure, sweet Kate, this kindness merits thanks.
What! not a word? Nay, then thou lov’st it not,
And all my pains is sorted to no proof.
Here, take away this dish.
I'm sure, sweet Kate, this kindness deserves thanks. What! not a word? Then you don't love it, and all my effort is wasted. Here, take this dish away.
Kate, I'm positive this kindness deserves thanks. What! nothing to say? Then you don't like it, and all my work was for nothing. Somebody take this dish away.
i did this 4 u kate say thanks no word means u dont like it take this away
I pray you, let it stand.
I ask you, leave it there.
Please, just leave it where it is.
leave it
The poorest service is repaid with thanks;
And so shall mine, before you touch the meat.
The poorest service gets repaid with thanks; And mine will too, before you touch the food.
Even poor service gets thanked; And you're going to thank me before you eat.
say thank u first then eat
I thank you, sir.
I appreciate your kindness, sir.
Thank you, sir.
thanks
Signior Petruchio, fie! you are to blame.
Come, Mistress Kate, I’ll bear you company.
Signior Petruchio, shame on you! You're wrong. Come, Mistress Kate, I'll keep you company.
Petruchio, that's not right, shame on you. Come on, Kate, I'll sit with you.
that's wrong petruchio kate come eat w/ me
[_Aside._] Eat it up all, Hortensio, if thou lovest me.
Much good do it unto thy gentle heart!
Kate, eat apace: and now, my honey love,
Will we return unto thy father’s house
And revel it as bravely as the best,
With silken coats and caps, and golden rings,
With ruffs and cuffs and farthingales and things;
With scarfs and fans and double change of bravery,
With amber bracelets, beads, and all this knavery.
What! hast thou din’d? The tailor stays thy leisure,
To deck thy body with his ruffling treasure.
Eat it all up, Hortensio, if you love me. Much good may it do your kind heart! Kate, eat quickly. Now, my love, we will go back to your father's house and celebrate as grandly as anyone, with silk coats and caps and golden rings, with ruffs and cuffs and hoopskirts and other things, with scarves and fans and fancy clothes of every kind, with amber bracelets and beads and all these decorations. Have you finished eating? The tailor is waiting for you to dress your body in his finely trimmed garments.
Eat it all, Hortensio, if you love me. Good for your heart! Kate, eat fast. Now, my love, let's go back to your father's place and celebrate fancy—silk coats and caps, golden rings, ruffs and cuffs and hoopskirts and stuff, scarves and fans and nice clothes, amber bracelets, beads and all this decoration. You done eating? The tailor's waiting to dress you up in his fancy trimmed clothes.
eat / going home / gonna party fancy / silk gold rings / all the stuff / tailor ready
The Grumio food-teasing sequence — ox-foot, tripe, beef-and-mustard, mustard-without-beef — is structured as pure farce. Timing, repetition, logical absurdity. And for the first twenty lines, it plays as comedy. But Katherine's desperation is genuine: she hasn't eaten since arriving at Petruchio's house. She has been driven off the road, put to bed without food, lectured all night, and now subjected to a menu reading with no result. When she snaps and beats Grumio, it's both the punchline and the most human response in the scene. The comedy works because the audience finds it funny. Whether it should is a question Shakespeare leaves deliberately open — which is why directors choose very different tones for this sequence.
Come, tailor, let us see these ornaments;
Lay forth the gown.—
Come, tailor, let me see these decorations. Bring out the dress.—
Come on, tailor, show me what you've got. Lay out that dress.—
tailor show me the decorations lay out the dress
What news with you, sir?
What's your news, sir?
What's going on with you, sir?
whats new with u
Here is the cap your worship did bespeak.
Here is the cap your honor ordered.
Here's the cap you asked for, sir.
here's ur cap
Why, this was moulded on a porringer;
A velvet dish: fie, fie! ’tis lewd and filthy:
Why, ’tis a cockle or a walnut-shell,
A knack, a toy, a trick, a baby’s cap:
Away with it! come, let me have a bigger.
Why, this was shaped like a bowl; A velvet dish: no way! It's ugly and dirty: Why, it's a shell or a walnut shell, A trinket, a toy, a trick, a baby's cap: Take it away! Come on, let me have a bigger one.
This is shaped like a bowl, for crying out loud; A velvet dish: no way, it's gross and dirty: It's like a shell or a walnut shell, Just a stupid trinket, a toy, a baby's cap: Get rid of it! Come on, give me something bigger.
this is tiny & ugly looks like a dish lmao get me something bigger
I’ll have no bigger; this doth fit the time,
And gentlewomen wear such caps as these.
I don't want a bigger one; this one fits the current fashion, And fine ladies wear caps like these.
I don't want a bigger one; this fits what people are wearing now, And nice women wear caps just like this.
this fits the style rn ladies wear these
When you are gentle, you shall have one too,
And not till then.
When you act nice, you'll get one too, And not before.
When you're being good, then you can have one, Not till then.
when u behave then u get one
[_Aside_] That will not be in haste.
That won't happen anytime soon.
Yeah, that's not going to happen for a long time.
lol not happening
Why, sir, I trust I may have leave to speak;
And speak I will. I am no child, no babe.
Your betters have endur’d 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, concealing it, will break;
And rather than it shall, I will be free
Even to the uttermost, as I please, in words.
Sir, I trust I can speak freely, and I will. I'm not a child or a baby. Your betters have tolerated me speaking my mind, and if you can't, you should cover your ears. My tongue will express the anger in my heart, or else my heart will break from holding it in. Rather than let it break, I'll speak freely, say exactly what I want in words.
Sir, I think I can speak, and I will. I'm not some little kid. People better than you have let me speak my mind, and if you can't handle it, plug your ears. I need to say what's in my heart, or it'll destroy me. I'm going to speak freely and say whatever I need to say.
i can speak freely im not a child im going to say whats in my heart or it will break me if you cant handle it plug your ears
Why, thou say’st true; it is a paltry cap,
A custard-coffin, a bauble, a silken pie;
I love thee well in that thou lik’st it not.
Right, you're right; it's a shabby cap, A custard pastry, a toy, a silly hat; I love you because you don't like it.
You're right, it is a pathetic cap, Like a custard pastry, a toy, silly hat; I love that you don't like it.
u right it's bad i love u don't like it
Love me or love me not, I like the cap;
And it I will have, or I will have none.
Love me or love me not, I like this cap; And I will have it, or I will have nothing.
Whether you love me or not, I like this cap; And I'm keeping it, or I'm not wearing anything.
i like this cap i'm keeping it period
Thy gown? Why, ay: come, tailor, let us see’t.
O mercy, God! what masquing stuff is here?
What’s this? A sleeve? ’Tis like a demi-cannon.
What, up and down, carv’d like an apple tart?
Here’s snip and nip and cut and slish and slash,
Like to a censer in a barber’s shop.
Why, what i’ devil’s name, tailor, call’st thou this?
Your gown? Yes: come on, tailor, let's see it. Oh my God! What fancy-dressed stuff is this? What's this? A sleeve? It's like a wide tube. What, going up and down, shaped like an apple pie? There's snipping and nipping and cutting and slashing and slicing, Like a perfume burner in a barber's shop. Why, what in God's name, tailor, do you call this?
Your dress? Yeah, come on tailor, show me. Oh my God! What ridiculous stuff is this? What's this? A sleeve? It's enormous. What, carving up and down like an apple pie? There's snipping and nipping and cutting and slashing all over, Like some decorative thing in a barber shop. Why, what the heck, tailor, is this supposed to be?
what is this dress tho looks crazy huge sleeves all cut up everywhere what were u thinking
[_Aside_] I see she’s like to have neither cap nor gown.
I see she's not going to get either the cap or the gown.
Looks like she won't end up with a cap or a gown either way.
she ain't getting either
You bid me make it orderly and well,
According to the fashion and the time.
You told me to make it neat and attractive, According to current fashion and times.
You told me to make it neat and nice, Following the current fashion.
u told me 2 make it nice fashionable & current
Marry, and did; but if you be remember’d,
I did not bid you mar it to the time.
Go, hop me over every kennel home,
For you shall hop without my custom, sir.
I’ll none of it: hence! make your best of it.
Indeed I did pay for it. But if you remember, I didn't tell you to ruin it by this time. Go jump over every gutter on your way home, because you'll have to jump without my business from now on, sir. I won't accept this. Get out of here! Make the best of your situation.
Yes, I paid you. But I didn't tell you to mess it up like this. Now get out of here, and you can jump over ditches all the way home because I'm not doing business with you anymore. I'm not accepting this trash. Leave! Figure it out yourself.
i paid you but you ruined it get out no more business go jump over ditches make your own way
I never saw a better fashion’d gown,
More quaint, more pleasing, nor more commendable;
Belike you mean to make a puppet of me.
I've never seen a better-made gown, More beautiful, more pleasing, or more lovely; Maybe you're trying to make me into a puppet.
I've never seen a better-made dress, More pretty, more nice, or more lovely; Maybe you're trying to turn me into a puppet.
this dress is gorgeous im not ur puppet
Why, true; he means to make a puppet of thee.
Right, he wants to make a puppet of you.
Yeah, he wants to make you into a puppet.
yep he's tryna puppet u
She says your worship means to make a puppet of her.
She says your honor wants to make a puppet of her.
She says you want to turn her into a puppet.
she says u want puppet her
O monstrous arrogance! Thou liest, thou thread,
Thou thimble,
Thou yard, three-quarters, half-yard, quarter, nail!
Thou flea, thou nit, thou winter-cricket thou!
Brav’d in mine own house with a skein of thread!
Away! thou rag, thou quantity, thou remnant,
Or I shall so be-mete thee with thy yard
As thou shalt think on prating whilst thou liv’st!
I tell thee, I, that thou hast marr’d her gown.
How outrageous! You're lying, you piece of thread, You thimble, You measuring stick, three-quarters, half-yard, quarter, fingernail! You flea, you louse, you cricket! Insulted in my own house with just a piece of thread! Out! You rag, you scrap, you leftover, Or I'll measure you so badly with your measuring stick That you'll remember my words for the rest of your life! I tell you, I, that you've ruined her dress.
How outrageous! You're lying, you little thread, You thimble, You measuring stick, you tiny nothing! You flea, you louse, you bug! Insulted in my own house by just thread! Out of here! You rag, you junk, you scrap, Or I'll beat you so bad with your own measuring stick That you'll regret every word for the rest of your life! You ruined her dress, and I'm telling you that straight up.
u lying jerk just thread insulting me in my house u ruined the dress get out
Your worship is deceiv’d: the gown is made
Just as my master had direction.
Grumio gave order how it should be done.
Your honor is wrong: the gown was made Just as my master gave direction. Grumio gave the order for how it should be done.
You're mistaken, sir: the dress was made Exactly how my master told me to make it. Grumio gave me the instructions.
u wrong sir made exactly how told grumio ordered it
I gave him no order; I gave him the stuff.
I gave him no order; I gave him the fabric.
I didn't order anything; I just gave him the cloth.
i just gave fabric no orders
But how did you desire it should be made?
But how did you want it to be made?
But what did you want it made like?
so how u want it made
Marry, sir, with needle and thread.
Well, sir, with needle and thread.
With a needle and thread, obviously.
needle & thread duh
But did you not request to have it cut?
But didn't you request that it be tailored?
But didn't you ask to have it cut?
u didn't ask 2 cut it?
Thou hast faced many things.
You've worked on many things.
You've done plenty of work.
u done lots of work
I have.
I have.
I have.
I have.
Face not me. Thou hast braved many men; brave not me: I will neither be
fac’d nor brav’d. I say unto thee, I bid thy master cut out the gown;
but I did not bid him cut it to pieces: ergo, thou liest.
Don't challenge me. You've intimidated many men; don't intimidate me: I won't be faced or challenged. I'm telling you, I told your master to cut out the gown; but I didn't tell him to cut it to pieces: therefore, you're lying.
Don't try to intimidate me. You've bullied plenty of guys; don't try it on me: I won't be bullied or challenged. I'm telling you straight, I told your boss to cut out the gown; but I didn't tell him to cut it to pieces: so you're lying.
don't come at me i told him cut gown not cut 2 pieces u lying
In Elizabethan England, clothes were legally regulated by sumptuary laws that specified what each class could wear — velvet, silk, specific colors were reserved for the nobility. To dress above your station was literally illegal. Petruchio's rejection of the cap and gown is therefore not just aesthetic snobbery: he's controlling what class position Katherine is allowed to inhabit in public. A 'gentlewoman's cap' is the cap of someone with status. By refusing it, he forces her to go to her father's house without the visible markers of her station. The argument about whether the gown is fashionable is also an argument about whether Katherine gets to be the kind of woman she was before she married. The taming, in this scene, is about stripping away external identity along with food and sleep.
Why, here is the note of the fashion to testify.
Why, here's the written description of the fashion to prove it.
Look, here's the fashion description that proves it.
here's proof fashion note
Read it.
Read it.
Read it.
Read it.
The note lies in ’s throat, if he say I said so.
That written description is a lie from his mouth, if he says I said that.
That note is bogus if he says I said that.
that note is bs i didn't say that
’Imprimis, a loose-bodied gown.’
"First, a loose gown."
"It starts with a loose-fitting dress."
first loose gown
Master, if ever I said loose-bodied gown, sew me in the skirts of it
and beat me to death with a bottom of brown thread; I said, a gown.
Master, if I ever said loose gown, sew me up in its skirts and beat me to death with a brown thread ball; I said, a gown.
Master, if I ever said loose gown, sew me inside it and beat me to death with brown thread; I just said gown.
i never said loose just gown sir
Proceed.
Proceed.
Proceed.
Proceed.
‘With a small compassed cape.’
"It has a fitted, small cape."
"It includes a little fitted cape."
has small cape
I confess the cape.
I accept that there's a cape.
I agree on the cape.
cape ok i guess
‘With a trunk sleeve.’
"It includes a large puffy sleeve."
"With a puffy sleeve."
puffy sleeve sure
I confess two sleeves.
I accept that there are two sleeves.
I agree about two sleeves.
2 sleeves ok
‘The sleeves curiously cut.’
"The sleeves beautifully designed."
"The sleeves carefully designed."
sleeves fancy designed
Ay, there’s the villainy.
That's where the crime is.
That's the problem right there.
that's the issue
Error i’ the bill, sir; error i’ the bill. I commanded the sleeves
should be cut out, and sew’d up again; and that I’ll prove upon thee,
though thy little finger be armed in a thimble.
Mistake in the bill, sir; mistake in the bill. I ordered the sleeves should be cut out, and sewn back together; and I'll prove that against you, even if your little finger is protected by a thimble.
There's a mistake in that bill, sir. I told him to cut the sleeves out and sew them back; and I'll fight you over it, even if you hide behind a thimble.
wrong bill sir i said cut out sleeves then sew back i'll fight u on this
This is true that I say; and I had thee in place where thou shouldst
know it.
What I say is true; and if I had you somewhere private, you'd understand it.
What I'm saying is the truth; and if I had you alone somewhere, you'd get it.
i'm right u know it if we alone
I am for thee straight; take thou the bill, give me thy mete-yard, and
spare not me.
I'm ready to fight you right now; take the bill, give me your measuring stick, and go easy on me.
I'm ready to throw down with you right now; you take the bill, hand me your measuring stick, and let's do this.
let's fight now give me ur stick
God-a-mercy, Grumio! Then he shall have no odds.
God help you, Grumio! Then he won't have any advantage.
Good luck, Grumio! Then he won't have the upper hand.
go grumio fair fight
Well, sir, in brief, the gown is not for me.
Well, sir, in summary, this gown is not for me.
Look, sir, the bottom line is this gown is not for me.
gown's not 4 me
You are i’ the right, sir; ’tis for my mistress.
You're right, sir; it's for my mistress.
You're right, sir; it's for my lady.
it's 4 my mistress
Go, take it up unto thy master’s use.
Go, take it for your master's use.
Go on, take it for your master.
take it 4 ur master
Villain, not for thy life! Take up my mistress’ gown for thy master’s
use!
No way, absolutely not! Take my mistress' gown for your master's use!
No way, no way! You're taking my lady's dress for your boss's use!
hell no my mistress's gown not 4 ur master
Why, sir, what’s your conceit in that?
Sir, what's your point in that?
Sir, what are you getting at?
what r u saying
O, sir, the conceit is deeper than you think for.
Take up my mistress’ gown to his master’s use!
O fie, fie, fie!
Oh, sir, the implication is much deeper than you think. Take my mistress' gown for his master's use! Oh no, no, no!
Oh, sir, what you're saying is really inappropriate. You're suggesting using my lady's dress for his boss! Oh no way, not happening!
that's messed up no way that happens
[_Aside_] Hortensio, say thou wilt see the tailor paid.
[_To Tailor._] Go take it hence; be gone, and say no more.
Hortensio, make sure the tailor gets paid. Go take this and leave; don't say anything more.
Hortensio, pay this guy. Tailor, take the gown and get out. Stop talking.
hortensio pay him / tailor leave
[_Aside to Tailor._] Tailor, I’ll pay thee for thy gown tomorrow;
Take no unkindness of his hasty words.
Away, I say! commend me to thy master.
Tailor, I'll pay you for the gown tomorrow. Don't take offense at his harsh words. Go now and give my regards to your master.
Tailor, I'll pay you tomorrow for the gown. His harsh words don't mean anything. Get out of here and tell your boss I said hello.
pay tomorrow / his words ain't personal / go tell boss
Well, come, my Kate; we will unto your father’s
Even in these honest mean habiliments.
Our purses shall be proud, our garments poor
For ’tis the mind that makes the body rich;
And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds,
So honour peereth in the meanest habit.
What, is the jay more precious than the lark
Because his feathers are more beautiful?
Or is the adder better than the eel
Because his painted skin contents the eye?
O no, good Kate; neither art thou the worse
For this poor furniture and mean array.
If thou account’st it shame, lay it on me;
And therefore frolic; we will hence forthwith,
To feast and sport us at thy father’s house.
Go call my men, and let us straight to him;
And bring our horses unto Long-lane end;
There will we mount, and thither walk on foot.
Let’s see; I think ’tis now some seven o’clock,
And well we may come there by dinner-time.
Come on, my Kate; we will go to your father's Even in these honest simple clothes. Our money will be proud, our clothing poor Because it's the mind that makes someone valuable; And just as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds, So honor shows through the plainest clothes. Why, is the jay more valuable than the lark Because his feathers are more beautiful? Or is the snake better than the eel Because his colorful skin pleases the eye? No, good Kate; you're no worse off Because of these poor clothes and plain outfit. If you think it's shameful, blame it on me; And so enjoy yourself; we'll leave right now, To party and have fun at your father's place. Go call my servants, and let's go straight to him; And bring our horses to Long Lane's end; There we will ride, and walk from there on foot. Let me see; I think it's now about seven o'clock, And we can easily be there by dinner time.
Come on, Kate; let's go to your father's place Even wearing these ordinary simple clothes. Our money will shine, our clothes will be plain Because it's who you are inside that makes you valuable; And just like the sun breaks through dark clouds, So honor shines through plain clothes. Why, is a jay worth more than a lark Just because his feathers are prettier? Or is a snake better than an eel Just because his colored skin looks better? No, Kate; you're not any worse Because of these plain clothes and simple outfit. If you think it's embarrassing, blame it on me; So relax and have fun; we're leaving now, To party and enjoy ourselves at your father's. Go get my men, and let's go see him; And bring our horses to Long Lane's end; We'll ride there and walk the rest on foot. I think it's about seven o'clock, And we can be there by dinner time.
come on kate let's go ur dad's clothes don't matter mind matters me > looks we leaving now party 2nite
I dare assure you, sir, ’tis almost two,
And ’twill be supper-time ere you come there.
I can promise you, sir, it's almost two o'clock, And it will be supper time before you get there.
I can tell you, sir, it's almost two in the afternoon, And it'll be dinner time by the time we get there.
it's almost 2 pm we get there at dinner
It shall be seven ere I go to horse.
Look what I speak, or do, or think to do,
You are still crossing it. Sirs, let ’t alone:
I will not go today; and ere I do,
It shall be what o’clock I say it is.
It will be seven before I go to the horse. No matter what I say, do, or think to do, You always disagree with it. Gentlemen, let it go: I will not go today; and before I do, It will be whatever time I say it is.
It'll be seven o'clock before I leave. No matter what I say, do, or plan to do, You always contradict me. Come on, drop it: I'm not going today; and when I do go, It will be whenever I say it is.
it's 7 when i say u always argue w/ me i control the time
Why, so this gallant will command the sun.
So this tough guy will order the sun around.
So this arrogant guy is going to control the sun.
he's commanding the sun lmao
The Reckoning
The deprivation campaign is in full swing, and this scene makes it funny in a way that keeps undercutting itself. Grumio's food-baiting routine is pure comic timing, but Katherine's hunger is real. The gown scene is farcical farce — Petruchio raging at perfectly good fabric — but Katherine's desire for a normal dress is also real. By the end, when Petruchio announces it's seven o'clock regardless of what the clock says, the play begins to show how the taming's logic extends beyond food and clothes to perception itself.
If this happened today…
A husband comes home with a takeout bag and opens it in front of his hungry wife, narrating each dish — 'What do you think of this? Too spicy. What about this? Too rich. This one? Actually, never mind.' Then when she snaps and throws him out, he arrives with the food and apologizes — only to refuse to let her eat until she thanks him elaborately. When she finally does, he announces they're visiting her parents — then rejects the outfit she'd bought for the occasion as not fit for purpose. He tells the tailor it's a disgrace. He declares they're leaving, and oh, also, it's seven o'clock, not two. She knows it's two. He knows she knows. He leaves anyway.