Come on, i’ God’s name; once more toward our father’s.
Good Lord, how bright and goodly shines the moon!
Come on, let's go; once more toward our father's. Good Lord, how bright and beautiful the moon shines!
Come on, let's get moving back to my father's place. Wow, look at how bright and gorgeous the moon is!
lets go back to my dad's wow the moon is so bright
The moon! The sun; it is not moonlight now.
The moon! No, it's the sun; it's not moonlight now.
The moon? That's the sun, obviously. It's not nighttime.
that's the sun not the moon it's daytime
I say it is the moon that shines so bright.
I say it's the moon that shines so brightly.
I'm telling you, that's the moon shining bright.
no that's the moon shining bright
I know it is the sun that shines so bright.
I know it's the sun that shines so brightly.
I know for a fact that's the sun shining bright.
i know it's the sun shining
Now by my mother’s son, and that’s myself,
It shall be moon, or star, or what I list,
Or ere I journey to your father’s house.
Go on and fetch our horses back again.
Evermore cross’d and cross’d; nothing but cross’d!
Now by my mother's son, and that's myself, it will be the moon, or a star, or whatever I want, or before I go to your father's house. Go on and fetch our horses back. Always contradicted and contradicted; nothing but contradicted!
I swear on my own life, that's the moon or a star or whatever I say it is, and you're not going to my father's unless you accept that. Go get the horses. You always argue with me—always! Nothing but arguments!
it's whatever i say it is get the horses stop arguing w me about everything
Say as he says, or we shall never go.
Say what he says, or we'll never go.
Just agree with him, or we're never getting there.
just say what he says or we're stuck here
Forward, I pray, since we have come so far,
And be it moon, or sun, or what you please;
And if you please to call it a rush-candle,
Henceforth I vow it shall be so for me.
Forward, I ask, since we've come this far, and let it be the moon, or sun, or whatever you wish; and if you want to call it a rush-candle, from now on I swear it will be that for me.
Fine, let's just keep going since we've come this far. Call it the moon, the sun, whatever you want. If you want to call it a candle, then it's a candle to me.
ok fine it's whatever u say even if it's a candle i don't care anymore
I say it is the moon.
That's the moon shining up there.
That's the moon.
it's the moon
I know it is the moon.
I'm certain that's the moon we're looking at.
I know it's the moon.
yep definitely the moon
Katherina's surrender in this scene is disturbing precisely because it's complete. She doesn't grudgingly obey; she actively performs grace, courtesy, and compliance without prompting. Her flattery of 'Vincentio' rivals Petruchio's own. This raises the central interpretive problem of the play: has she been tamed (genuinely changed) or merely learned to perform submission? The final speech in 5-2 will test whether this performance has calcified into belief, or whether she still knows it's performance. Either way, her autonomy is compromised—either she believes lies, or she performs them seamlessly.
Nay, then you lie; it is the blessed sun.
No, then you're lying; it's the sun.
Wrong. You're lying. It's the sun.
ur lying it's the sun
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 nam’d, even that it is,
And so it shall be so for Katherine.
Thank God, then, it is the blessed sun. But it's not the sun when you say it's not, and the moon changes just like your mind does. Whatever name you want to give it, that's what it is, and it will be so for Katherina.
Fine, thank God, it's the sun. But if you say it's not the sun, then it's not. The moon changes whenever you change your mind about what it is. Whatever you call it, that's what it is for me.
ok its the sun but not if you say its not the moon changes with your mood whatever you say it is thats what it is for me
Petruchio, go thy ways; the field is won.
Petruchio, go your way; you've won the battle.
Petruchio, you win. You got what you wanted.
petruchio u won
Well, forward, forward! thus the bowl should run,
And not unluckily against the bias.
But, soft! Company is coming here.
Good, let's move forward! This is how things should go, and not badly against the grain. But wait! There are people coming here.
Let's go then. That's how things should work—smooth, not rough. But hold on, someone's coming.
ok let's go someone's coming
[_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.
Good morning, gentle mistress. Where are you headed? Tell me, sweet Kate, and tell me truthfully—have you ever seen a fresher young woman? Such beautiful contrast of white and red in her cheeks! What stars in heaven shine as beautifully as her eyes and that heavenly face? Fair lovely maiden, good morning again to you. Sweet Kate, embrace her for her beauty's sake.
Good morning, beautiful lady. Where are you going? Tell me, Kate—be honest—have you ever seen such a fresh-looking young woman? Look at those rosy cheeks! What stars in heaven shine like her eyes and face? Lovely young lady, hello again. Kate, embrace her because she's so beautiful.
hey beautiful / where going / freshest girl ever / rosy cheeks / beautiful eyes / embrace her
A will make the man mad, to make a woman of him.
This will drive the old man mad, having him treated as a woman.
That'll make the old guy go crazy—forcing him to be treated like a woman.
hell go nuts if ppl treat him like a woman
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 bedfellow.
Young beautiful virgin, fair and fresh and sweet, where are you going, or where is your home? Happy the parents of such a beautiful child; Happier still the man whom lucky stars allocate as your lovely partner in bed.
You young beautiful woman, so pretty and fresh and sweet, where are you heading? Your parents must be so proud to have a daughter like you. And the man who gets to be with you—he must be the luckiest guy alive.
young beautiful woman where u going your parents r so lucky and ur husband will be too
Why, how now, Kate! I hope thou art not mad:
This is a man, old, wrinkled, faded, wither’d,
And not a maiden, as thou sayst he is.
Wait, Kate! I hope you're not going crazy. This is a man—old, wrinkled, faded, withered— and not a maiden, as you're saying he is.
Hold on, Kate. You're not losing it, are you? That's a man—old, wrinkled, faded, worn out. Not a young woman like you're calling him.
kate ur not crazy right that's an old man not a woman
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.
Forgive me, old father, my eyes made a mistake, because they've been so blinded by the sun that everything I look at seems young to me. Now I see you're a respected father; forgive me, I beg you, for my confused mistake.
I'm sorry, sir, my eyes were playing tricks on me. I've been staring at the sun so long that everything looks young to me. Now I can see you're an older gentleman. Sorry about that, really.
sorry my eyes r messed up sun blinded me everything looks young now you're clearly older
Petruchio's method—forcing Katherina to agree that the moon is the sun—is a technique borrowed from logic and rhetoric: reduce the opponent to absurdity by forcing them to hold two contradictory statements. But here, it's used to destroy judgment rather than refine it. By accepting contradiction as the price of peace, Katherina gives up the ability to trust her own perception. This is the deeper taming: not her will broken, but her epistemology shattered. She can no longer trust what her eyes tell her.
Do, good old grandsire, and withal make known
Which way thou travellest: if along with us,
We shall be joyful of thy company.
Do that, good old grandfather, and also let me know which way you're traveling. If you're going our direction, we'll be happy to have your company.
That's nice. So where are you heading, sir? If you're going our way, we'd love to have you ride with us.
where u headed come with us if ur going that way
Fair sir, and you my merry mistress,
That with your strange encounter much amaz’d me,
My name is called Vincentio; my dwelling Pisa;
And bound I am to Padua, there to visit
A son of mine, which long I have not seen.
Dear sir, and you my cheerful lady, your strange greeting surprised me quite a bit. My name is Vincentio; I live in Pisa. I'm traveling to Padua, where I want to visit my son, whom I haven't seen in a long time.
Well, you two certainly gave me a weird welcome. My name's Vincentio, I'm from Pisa, and I'm heading to Padua to see my son. Haven't seen him in ages.
im vincentio from pisa going to padua to see my son havent seen him in forever
What is his name?
What name does your son go by?
So what's his name?
who is he
Lucentio, gentle sir.
Lucentio, gentle sir.
Lucentio, gentle sir.
Lucentio, gentle sir.
Happily met; the happier for thy son.
And now by law, as well as reverend age,
I may entitle thee my loving father:
The sister to my wife, this gentlewoman,
Thy son by this hath married. Wonder not,
Nor be not griev’d: she is of good esteem,
Her dowry wealthy, and of worthy birth;
Beside, so qualified as may beseem
The spouse of any noble gentleman.
Let me embrace with old Vincentio;
And wander we to see thy honest son,
Who will of thy arrival be full joyous.
Good fortune; it's even better for your son. And now by law, as well as in respect to age, I can call you my loving father. My wife's sister, this lady here, your son has by now married. Don't be surprised, or upset—she's well-regarded, her dowry is generous, and she has good family. Besides, she's as educated and refined as befits the wife of any noble gentleman. Let me embrace old Vincentio, and let's go see your honest son, who will be overjoyed at your arrival.
Lucky us, even luckier for you. You're looking at your daughter-in-law now. I know it's a shock, but your son married her. Don't worry—she's a great person, from a good family, and she's got a nice dowry. She's smart and classy too, the kind of woman any nobleman would be proud to marry. Come here, let me hug you. Then let's go meet your son. He's going to be thrilled to see you.
your son married her don't freak she's great family & well-off classy & smart too let's go see him he'll be pumped
But is this true? or is it else your pleasure,
Like pleasant travellers, to break a jest
Upon the company you overtake?
Is this really true? Or are you just having fun, like travelers who play jokes on the people they meet?
Seriously? Or are you just messing with me? Like travelers playing a prank on someone they bump into?
is this real or u pranking me travelers messing with strangers?
I do assure thee, father, so it is.
I promise you, father, it's all true.
I swear, it's all real.
it's real i promise
Come, go along, and see the truth hereof;
For our first merriment hath made thee jealous.
Come along, and see for yourself the truth of this. Our first joke has made you doubtful.
Come on, let's go see him and you'll know it's real. That first prank made you suspicious.
come see for urself the prank made u doubt us
Well, Petruchio, this has put me in heart.
Have to my widow! and if she be froward,
Then hast thou taught Hortensio to be untoward.
Well, Petruchio, this has encouraged me. I'll go after my widow, and if she's difficult, then you've taught Hortensio how to be difficult too.
You know what, Petruchio? This gives me confidence. I'm going after my widow, and if she gives me trouble, well, you've shown me how to handle that.
petruchio this gives me courage im going after my widow if she's hard to handle ur teaching me how
The Reckoning
This is the climax of Petruchio's taming campaign — and also the moment when Katherina's surrender becomes genuinely unsettling. She yields not just to his will, but performs absurdity alongside him, matching his lies about the moon and sun. The entrance of the real Vincentio provides comic relief from the main plot's pressure, but also sets up the collision ahead: this man is coming to a house where a fake Vincentio already exists.
If this happened today…
A relationship reaches the point where one partner agrees with literally everything the other says, even contradictions. The original goal was to be heard; now she's abandoned her own perception to keep the peace. Meanwhile, a miscommunication is about to explode: the real boss is arriving at an office where someone's already using his name.