Please ye we may contrive this afternoon. Lucentio is your name; of whence, I pray? Instead of fighting for Bianca’s hand to demonstrate his strengths, he cowers behind a thin veil of defeat. Ay, to the proof; as mountains are for winds. you are to blame. You are like to have a thin and slender pittance. here, sir! The observations he makes as comic asides during his visit show his increasing admiration for Petruchio’s methods, ‘Why, so this gallant will command the sun’ (Act 4 Scene 3). Then both, or one, or any thing thou wilt. Fair Leda's daughter had a thousand wooers; And so she shall; Lucentio shall make one. Thy hounds shall make the welkin answer them. Never to marry with her though she would entreat: Fie on her! Have I not heard great ordnance in the field. If you, Hortensio. thou hast hawks will soar. I'll keep mine own, despite of all the world. I cannot tell; but I had as lief take her dowry with, this condition, to be whipped at the high cross, Faith, as you say, there's small choice in rotten, apples. Went they not quickly, I should die with laughing. The main story is offered as a play within a play; the frame plot consists of an initial two-scene “induction” in which a whimsical lord decides to play a practical joke on a drunken tinker, Christopher Sly, by inducing him to believe that he is in fact a nobleman who has suffered from amnesia and is only now awaking from it. Sir, give him head: I know he'll prove a jade. you villains, when? Full of rose-water and bestrew'd with flowers. Come hither, you rogue. What is your will, sir, that you send for me? Tell me, sweet Kate, and tell me truly too. For both our sakes, I would that word were true. She is not for your turn, the more my grief. GREMIO I say, a devil. She shall, Lucentio. Being all this time abandon'd from your bed. That I should yet absent me from your bed: tarry so long. To deck his fortune with his virtuous deeds: And therefore, Tranio, for the time I study, A shallow plash to plunge him in the deep. Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks. O sir, such a life, with such a wife, were strange! Softly and swiftly, sir; for the priest is ready. You may go walk, and give me leave a while: Are you so formal, sir? Where be these knaves? Would say your head and butt were head and horn. And see him dress'd in all suits like a lady: That done, conduct him to the drunkard's chamber; Tell him from me, as he will win my love. No, my good lord; it is more pleasing stuff. I'll tell you, Sir Lucentio: when the priest. the chronicles; we came in with Richard Conqueror. And is the bride and bridegroom coming home? The power of love is strong enough to open the hearts of powerful […], “Be not afeard. Why, Petruchio is coming in a new hat and an old, jerkin, a pair of old breeches thrice turned, a pair. is there man has, Knock you here, sir! Why, thou say'st true; it is a paltry cap. And so we will, provided that he win her. Now, Signior Petruchio, how speed you with my daughter? Baptista is safe, talking with the. 'Hic ibat,' as I told you before, 'Simois,' I am. And with the clamour keep her still awake. a scarlet cloak! Tell thou the tale: but hadst thou not crossed me, thou shouldst have heard how her horse fell and she, under her horse; thou shouldst have heard in how, miry a place, how she was bemoiled, how he left her, with the horse upon her, how he beat me because, her horse stumbled, how she waded through the dirt. Hark, Tranio! Faith, gentlemen, now I play a merchant's part. Interests and concerns
Hortensio is an outgoing person and has many friends and both in Padua and beyond. When he gets fed up with what he sees as Bianca's "loose" behavior, he decides to marry the Widow. Whose sudden sight hath thrall'd my wounded eye. The base is right; 'tis the base knave that jars. Like pretty much every man in Padua, it seems, Hortensio adores Biancaand is both intimidated and revolted by her older sister Katherina, the shrew of the title. ⌝ 55 And now, my honey love, Was aptly fitted and naturally perform'd. Which otherwise would grow into extremes. And so, I take my leave, and thank you both. That gives not half so great a blow to hear. Pluck up thy spirits; look cheerfully upon me. I am Christophero Sly; call not me 'honour' nor, 'lordship:' I ne'er drank sack in my life; and if, you give me any conserves, give me conserves of, beef: ne'er ask me what raiment I'll wear; for I, have no more doublets than backs, no more stockings. God save you, Signior Gremio. for that goes hard. A good swift simile, but something currish. Thou shalt be master, Tranio, in my stead. Master, has my fellow Tranio stolen your clothes? Come, madam wife, sit by my side. Away, you three-inch fool! Strictly Necessary Cookie should be enabled at all times so that we can save your preferences for cookie settings. the sun: it is not moonlight now. O heavens! Fine linen, Turkey cushions boss'd with pearl, Pewter and brass and all things that belong, To house or housekeeping: then, at my farm. I pray you, tell me what you meant by that. And for your love to her lead apes in hell. I know her father, though I know not her; I will not sleep, Hortensio, till I see her; And therefore let me be thus bold with you. Hortensio thinks that he will easily be able to handle the widow, a wife that he does not truly love, but that does not go well. Thou yard, three-quarters, half-yard, quarter, nail! words plain, 'Sirrah, knock me here, rap me here, knock me well, and knock me soundly'? When both girls' father, Baptista, publicly declares that he will not allow Bianca to marry until Katherina does, Hortensio conspires with his arch-rival, Gremio, to find a husband for Katherina. Marry, and did; but if you be remember'd. In the play’s final scene, both Bianca and Hortensio’s new wife ironically prove to be shrewish. You wrong me, Signior Gremio: give me leave. What think you, if he were convey'd to bed. Like envious floods o'er-run her lovely face. O slanderous world! And if you break the ice and do this feat, For our access, whose hap shall be to have her. No; if without more words you will get you hence. That with your strange encounter much amazed me. Left solely heir to all his lands and goods. And thou, Hortensio, with thy loving widow. An old Italian fox is not so kind, my boy. as if I knew not his name: I have brought, him up ever since he was three years old, and his, Away, away, mad ass! what's the matter? Get exclusive access to content from our 1768 First Edition with your subscription. Needing a father to prove his claim, Tranio persuades a pedant (or merchant) from Mantua to play the role. And come you. I am no beast. As Kate this chamber with her princely gait? That talk'd of her, have talk'd amiss of her: For she's not froward, but modest as the dove; She is not hot, but temperate as the morn; For patience she will prove a second Grissel. He that has the two fair daughters: is't he you mean? As the main action of the play opens, Hortensio is presented as both a character and a representative of public opinion. Grim death, how foul and loathsome is thine image! O' my word, an she knew him as well as I do, she. God-a-mercy, Grumio! These fifteen years you have been in a dream; Or when you waked, so waked as if you slept. And so I pray you all to think yourselves. if thou account'st it shame. The meat was well, if you were so contented. When with his knees he kiss'd the Cretan strand. one mess is like to be your cheer: You saw my master wink and laugh upon you? Other articles where Hortensio is discussed: The Taming of the Shrew: …plot follows the competition between Hortensio, Gremio, and Lucentio for Bianca’s hand in marriage. I, with blowing the fire, shall warm myself; for, considering the weather, a taller man than I will, A piece of ice: if thou doubt it, thou mayst slide, from my shoulder to my heel with no greater a run. who's at home? Unless you were of gentler, milder mould. Give me thy hand, Kate: I will unto Venice. My lord, you nod; you do not mind the play. Thou liest: his father is come from Padua and here. To cast thy wandering eyes on every stale. Hortensio’s other role in The Taming of the Shrew is as another of Bianca’s suitors; however he lacks both Gremio’s wealth and Lucentio’s youth (his long-standing friendship with Petruchio putting him in an older age bracket). Bend thoughts and wits to achieve her. To express the like kindness, myself, that have been more kindly beholding to you than. O monstrous beast! Padua. And seem'd to ask him sops as he was drinking. To whom they go to. Though the nature of our quarrel yet never brooked. Thy virtues spoke of, and thy beauty sounded, Moved! Was ever man so beaten? a velvet, hose! Thus it stands: That till the father rid his hands of her. Sir, list to me: I'll leave her houses three or four as good. Marry, sir, to get a husband for her sister. Now I begin: Imprimis, we came down a, foul hill, my master riding behind my mistress,--. Horns winded. What, no man at door. Fit to instruct her youth. Sirs, I will practise on this drunken man. The tailor stays thy leisure. why, thy horn is a foot; and, so long am I at the least. Seize thee that list: if once I find thee ranging. in your dumps? And serve it thus to me that love it not? In gait and countenance surely like a father. What, with my tongue in your tail? I will in, to be revenged for this villany. HORTENSIO Marry, sir, to get a husband for her sister. would take her with all faults, and money enough. Know you not the cause? one dead, or drunk? Padua. Even as the waving sedges play with wind. She moves me not, or not removes, at least, Affection's edge in me, were she as rough, Nay, look you, sir, he tells you flatly what his, mind is: Why give him gold enough and marry him to, a puppet or an aglet-baby; or an old trot with ne'er, a tooth in her head, though she have as many diseases. Thy beauty, that doth make me like thee well. Trow you whither I am going? Carry this mad knave to the gaol. Nay, look not big, nor stamp, nor stare, nor fret; She is my goods, my chattels; she is my house. We'll pass the business privately and well. his name is Lucentio and he is. A bad impression will ruin your chance of getting a wife. [Aside] As much as an apple doth an oyster, And think it not the worst of an your fortunes. Loved none in the world so well as Lucentio. Because I know you well and love you well. Pitchers have ears, and I have many servants: There doth my father lie; and there, this night.