Hello. Baptista Minola is my name. My daughter Bianca is the sweetest girl you’ll ever meet, though, my daughter Katherina is another story. Bianca is to not marry until Katherina has, but she never will. A couple of men came to me interested in my daughter Bianca, none in Katherina. “Gentlemen, importune me no farther, for how I firmly am resolved you know— that is, not to bestow my youngest daughter before I have a husband for the elder.If either of you both love Katherina, because I know you well and love you well leave shall you have to court her at your pleasure.” (I, I, 50). None have ever had any interest in her because of her foul ways. The day the suitors came to see my fair daughters, Katherina had been torturing poor Bianca. “Why,
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“Signior Lucentio, this is the 'pointed day that Katherine and Petruchio should be married, and yet we hear not of our son-in-law. What will be said? What mockery will it be, to want the bridegroom when the priest attends to speak the ceremonial rites of marriage? What says Lucentio to this shame of ours?” (III, II, 5). It wasn’t until Biondello came with the news of Petruchio’s arrival. “Why, Petruchio is coming in a new hat and an old jerkin, a pair of old breeches thrice turned, a pair of boots that have been candle cases, one buckled, another laced; an old rusty sword ta'en out of the town armory, with a broken hilt and chapeless; with two broken points; his horse hipped, with an old mothy saddle and stirrups of no kindred, besides possessed with the glanders and like to mose in the chine, troubled with the lampass, infected with the fashions, full of wingdalls, sped with spavins, rayed with yellows, past cure of the fives, stark spoiled with the staggers, begnawn with the bots, swayed in the back and shoulder-shotten, near-legged before and with a half-checked bit and a headstall of sheeps leather, which, being restrained to keep him from stumbling, hath been often burst, and now repaired with knots, one girth six times pieced, and a woman’s crupper of velour, which hath two letters for her name fairly set down in studs, and here and there pieced with packthread.” (III, II, 41). Katherina seemed more
“Signior Lucentio, this is the 'pointed day that Katherine and Petruchio should be married, and yet we hear not of our son-in-law. What will be said? What mockery will it be, to want the bridegroom when the priest attends to speak the ceremonial rites of marriage? What says Lucentio to this shame of ours?” (III, II, 5). It wasn’t until Biondello came with the news of Petruchio’s arrival. “Why, Petruchio is coming in a new hat and an old jerkin, a pair of old breeches thrice turned, a pair of boots that have been candle cases, one buckled, another laced; an old rusty sword ta'en out of the town armory, with a broken hilt and chapeless; with two broken points; his horse hipped, with an old mothy saddle and stirrups of no kindred, besides possessed with the glanders and like to mose in the chine, troubled with the lampass, infected with the fashions, full of wingdalls, sped with spavins, rayed with yellows, past cure of the fives, stark spoiled with the staggers, begnawn with the bots, swayed in the back and shoulder-shotten, near-legged before and with a half-checked bit and a headstall of sheeps leather, which, being restrained to keep him from stumbling, hath been often burst, and now repaired with knots, one girth six times pieced, and a woman’s crupper of velour, which hath two letters for her name fairly set down in studs, and here and there pieced with packthread.” (III, II, 41). Katherina seemed more