1:07:03
Be mad and merry, or go hang yourselves.
1:07:06
But for my bonny Kate, she must with me.
1:07:11
Nay, look not big, nor stamp, nor stare, nor fret;
I will be master of what is mine own.
1:07:18
She is my goods, my chattels, she is my house,
My household stuff, my field, my barn,
1:07:23
My horse, my ox, my ass, my any thing,
1:07:27
And here she stands.
Touch her whoever dares!
1:07:30
I'll bring mine action on the proudest he
That stops my way in Padua.
1:07:34
Grumio, draw forth thy weapon,
we are beset with thieves,
1:07:38
Rescue thy mistress if thou be'est a man.
1:07:41
Fear not, sweet wench,
they shall not touch thee, Kate.
1:07:43
I'll buckler thee against a million.
1:07:48
Father! Father!
1:07:50
- Petruchio...
- Father!
1:07:52
O, go hang yourselves!
1:07:55
You foul, loathsome swine.
1:08:00
A pox on thee.
1:08:05
Come up. Hup! Hup! Hup!
1:08:09
Had they not gone quickly,
I should have died with laughing.
1:08:13
Of all mad matches never was the like.
1:08:18
- Mistress, what's your opinion of your sister?
- That being mad herself, she's madly mated.
1:08:23
I warrant you, Petruchio is Kated.
1:08:30
Come, Kate. Come, Kate.
Forward, Kate, forward.
1:08:37
- You fool!
- Follow me, Kate, if thou be not too feeble.
1:08:52
Come, Kate.