No one was so suitable to attempt this as Petruchio. He was as
spirited as Katharine and he was an amusing and good-natured
person. He was also clever and wise enough to know how to
pretend to be angry and cold when he was in fact so calm that he
could have laughed happily at his own ability to pretend. So
Petruchio went to make love to Katharine the Shrew. First of all
he begged Baptista's permission to try to w i n his gentle daughter
Katharine, as Petruchio called her, as his wife. He said that, having
heard of her gentle behaviour, he had come from Verona to ask
for her love. Though her father wished her to be married, he was
forced to admit that Katharine's character was quite different
from this. What gentleness she had soon became very clear, when
her music teacher rushed into the room to complain that his
pupil had hit h i m over the head w i t h her instrument because he
had dared to find fault w i t h her performance.
W h e n Petruchio heard this, he said, 'What an excellent lady! I
love her more than ever, and only want to talk to her.' Begging
her father to agree to this, he said, 'I am in a hurry, sir; I cannot
come every day to try to w i n her. You knew my father: he is
dead, and has left me heir to all his lands and goods. Tell me, if I
w i n your daughter's love, what money you w i l l give w i t h her.'
Baptista thought his manner was rather rough for a lover, but
because he w o u l d be glad to get Katharine married, he answered
that he w o u l d give her twenty thousand crowns and half his
possessions on his death. So this strange marriage was quickly
agreed to, and Baptista went to tell his shrewish daughter that she
had a lover, and sent her in to Petruchio to listen to his
lovemaking.
W h i l e this was happening, Petruchio was deciding on the way
in which he w o u l d tell her of his love. He said, ' I f she is angry
w i t h me, I w i l l tell her that she sings as sweetly as a bird; and if
she looks cross, I w i l l say she looks as clear as roses newly washed
w i t h rain. I f she w i l l not speak a word, I w i l l praise the beauty o f
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her language; and if she tells me to leave her, I w i l l thank her as if
she had asked me to stay w i t h her for a week.'
Katharine now entered, and Petruchio spoke to her.
'Good morning, Kate, for that is your name, I hear.'
Katharine, not liking this greeting, said proudly, 'Those w h o
speak to me call me Katharine.'
'You lie,' replied the lover, 'for you are called plain Kate, and
pretty Kate, and sometimes Kate the Shrew, but, Kate, you are the
prettiest Kate in all the world, and so, Kate, hearing your
gentleness praised in every town, I have come to w i n you for my
wife.'
In loud and angry words, she showed h i m how she had gained
the name of Shrew, while he still continued to praise her sweet
language. At last, hearing her father coming and intending to be
as quick as possible, he said, 'Sweet Katharine, let us stop; your
father has agreed that you shall be my wife, and whether you
wish it or not, I w i l l marry you.'
N o w Baptista entered and Petruchio told h i m that his
daughter had received h i m kindly, and that she had promised to
marry h i m the following Sunday. Katharine said that this was
untrue; she w o u l d rather see h i m hanged on Sunday, she said, and
she blamed her father for wishing to marry her to a madman like
Petruchio. Petruchio asked her father not to pay attention to her
angry words, since they had agreed that she w o u l d seem against
the marriage in his presence, but when they were alone he had
found her very loving.
He said to her,'Give me your hand, Kate; I w i l l go to Venice to
buy you fine clothes for our marriage. Provide the feast, Father,
and invite the guests. I w i l l be sure to bring rings and expensive
dresses so that my Kate may be beautiful. A n d kiss me, Kate,
because we w i l l be married on Sunday.'
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