Page 1475 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1

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, [210]
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.

PET RUCHIO

O Kate, content thee, prithee be not angry. [215]

KAT HERINA

I will be angry; what hast thou to do?
Father, be quiet; he shall stay my leisure.

GREMIO

Ay, marry, sir, now it begins to work.

KAT HERINA

Gentlemen, forward to the bridal dinner.
I see a woman may be made a fool [220]
If she had not a spirit to resist.

PET RUCHIO

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, [225]
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, [230]
My household stuff, my field, my barn,
My horse, my ox, my ass, my any thing,
And here she stands. Touch her whoever dare!
I’ll bring mine action on the proudest he
That stops my way in Padua. Grumio, [235]
Draw forth thy weapon, we are beset with thieves,