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Act 5 [ non-formated ]
[In this scene the husbands have made a bet on whose wife will come first when sent for. Katharina obeyed her husband first to everyone's surprise. In this monologue she is shaming the other wives for not obeying their husbands, as they should.]
Fie, fie! Unknit that threat'ning inkind brow; and dart not scornful glances from those eyes, to wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor: it blots they beauty, as frosts do bite the meads; confounds thy fame, as whirlwinds shake fair buds; and in no sense is meet or amiable. A woman mov'd is like a fountain troubled - muddy, ill- seeming, thick, bereft of beauty; and while it is so, none so dry or thirsty will deign to sip or touch on drop of it. They husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, thy head, they sovereign; one that cares for thee and for they maintenance; commits his body to painful labour both by sea and land, to watch the night in storms, the day in cold, whilst thou liest warm at home, secure and safe; and craves no other tribute at thy hands but love, fair looks, and true obedience, - too little payment for so great a debt! Such duty as the subject owes the prince, even such a woman oweth to her husband; and when she is forward, peevish, sullen, sour, and not obedient to his honest will, what is she but a foul contending rebel, and graceless traitor to her loving lord? – I am asham'd that women are so simple to offer war where they should kneel for peace, or seek for rule, supremecy, and sway when they are bound to serve, love, and obey. Why are our bodies soft and weak, and smooth, unapt to toil and trouble in the world, but that our soft conditions and our hearts should well agree with our external parts? Come, come, you forward and unable worms! My mind hath been as big as one of yours, my heart as great; my reason, haply more, to bandy word for word and frown for frown: but now I see our lances are but straws; our strength as weak, our weakness past compare, - that seeming to be most, which we indeed least are. Then vail your stomachs, for it is no boot, and place your hands below your husband's foot: in token of which duty, if he please, my hand is ready, may it do him ease.*** 2 Gents [ notes, 11.6.2007 Theatre UAF ] -- too many questions :
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Compare with Don Juan by Moliere (in class) * script.vtheatre.net
All's Well that Ends Well William Shakespeare HELENA: I confess Here on my knee before high heaven and you, That before you, and next unto high heaven, I love your son. My friends were poor but honest; so's my love. Be not offended, for it hurts not him That he is loved of me. I follow him not By any token of presumptuous suit, Nor would I have him till I do deserve him; Yet never know how that desert should be. I know I love in vain, strive against hope; Yet in this captious and intensible sieve I still pour in the waters of my love And lack not to lose still. Thus, Indian-like, Religious in mine error, I adore The sun that looks upon his worshipper But knows of him no more. My dearest madam, Let not your hate encounter with my love, For loving where you do; but if yourself, Whose agèd honor cites a virtuous youth, Did ever in so true a flame of liking, Wish chastely and love dearly, that your Dian Was both herself and Love, O, then give pity To her whose state is such that cannot choose But lend and give where she is sure to lose; That seeks not to find that her search implies, But, riddle-like, lives sweetly where she dies.
PETRUCHIO: First kiss me, Kate, and we will.
KATHARINA: What, in the midst of the street?
PETRUCHIO: What, art thou ashamed of me?
KATHARINA: No, sir, God forbid; but ashamed to kiss.
PETRUCHIO: Why, then let's home again. Come, sirrah, let's away.
KATHARINA: Nay, I will give thee a kiss: now pray thee, love, stay.
PETRUCHIO: Is not this well? Come, my sweet Kate: Better once than never, for never too late.
Exeunt

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