|English 366C, Section F01: Shakespeare's Comedies and Romances > The Taming of the Shrew > Notes (3)|
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What, will you not suffer me? Nay, now I see
She is your treasure, she must have a husband;
I must dance bare-foot on her wedding day
And for your love to her lead apes in hell.
Talk not to me: I will go sit and weep
Till I can find occasion of revenge. (2.1.31-6)
[Petruchio:] Give me thy hand, Kate: I will unto Venice,
To buy apparel 'gainst the wedding-day.
Provide the feast, father, and bid the guests;
I will be sure my Katharina shall be fine.
Baptista: I know not what to say: but give me your hands;
God send you joy, Petruchio! 'tis a match.
Gremio and Tranio: Amen, say we: we will be witnesses.
Petruchio: Father, and wife, and gentlemen, adieu;
I will to Venice; Sunday comes apace:
We will have rings and things and fine array;
And kiss me, Kate, "We will be married a Sunday."
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 fathers are more beautiful?
Or is the adder better than the eel,
Because his painted skin contents the eye?
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.
Pardon, old father, my mistaking eyes,
That have been so bedazzled with the sun . . .