The Taming of the Shrew | Act 2 Scene 1 | Royal Shakespeare Company

Good morrow, Kate; for that’s your name, I hear. Well have you heard, but something hard of hearing: They call me Katharine that do talk of me. You lie, in faith; for you are call’d plain Kate, And bonny Kate and sometimes Kate the curst;
But Kate, the prettiest Kate in Christendom Kate of Kate Hall, my super-dainty Kate,
For dainties are all Kates, and therefore, Kate,
Take this of me, Kate of my consolation; Hearing thy mildness praised in every town,
Thy virtues spoke of, and thy beauty sounded, Yet not so deeply as to thee belongs,
Myself am moved to woo thee for my wife. Say she be mute and will not speak a word; Moved! in good time: let him that moved you hither Remove you hence:
I knew you at the first You were a moveable. Why, what’s a moveable? A join’d-stool. Thou hast hit it: come, sit on me. Asses are made to bear, and so are you. Women are made to bear, and so are you. No such jade as you, if me you mean. Alas! good Kate, I will not burden thee;
For, knowing thee to be but young and light– Too light for such a swain as you to catch;
And yet as heavy as my weight should be. Should be! should–buzz! Well ta’en, and like a buzzard. O slow-wing’d turtle! shall a buzzard take
thee? Ay, for a turtle, as he takes a buzzard. Come, come, you wasp; i’ faith, you are too angry. If I be waspish, you best beware my sting. My remedy is then, to pluck it out. Ay, if the fool could find it where it lies, Who knows not where a wasp does
wear his sting? In his tail. In his tongue. Whose tongue? Yours, if you talk of tails: and so farewell. What, with my tongue in your tail? Nay, come again, Good Kate; I am a gentleman. That I’ll try. I swear I’ll cuff you, if you strike again. So may you lose your arms:
If you strike me, you are no gentleman; And if no gentleman, why then no arms.

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