For dainties are all cates,-- and therefore, Kate,
Take this of me, Kate of my consolation;--

-Petruchio                               

The Taming Of The Shrew                            Act II, scene i, Line 189

 Spoiler alert: Today's is a long post!

Today's line is part of the scene that is the first interaction between Petruchio and Kate, the titular tamer and the titular shrew. It's a pretty interesting back and forth, and that's why I gave you the whole dialogue below. Right before this exchange Petruchio made the arrangements with Kate's father, Baptista, for the marriage. Of course, this is unbeknownst to Kate. So here they are meeting for the first time with Petruchio informing Kate of their impending marriage, and beginning his strategy of "taming" her. It's a little long, but give it a read and see what you think. I think you'll find it's worth it. Go ahead, you can do it!


Enter KATHARINA
 
PETRUCHIO
 
           Good morrow, Kate; for that's your name, I hear.

KATHARINA

Well have you heard, but something hard of hearing:
They call me Katharina that do talk of me.

PETRUCHIO

You lie, in faith; for you are call'd plain Kate,
And bonny Kate and sometimes Kate the curst;
But Kate, the prettiest Kate in Christendom
Kate of Kate Hall, my super-dainty Kate,
For dainties are all cates, and therefore, Kate,
Take this of me, Kate of my consolation;
Hearing thy mildness praised in every town,
Thy virtues spoke of, and thy beauty sounded,
Yet not so deeply as to thee belongs,
Myself am moved to woo thee for my wife.

KATHARINA

Moved! in good time: let him that moved you hither
Remove you hence: I knew you at the first
You were a moveable.

PETRUCHIO

Why, what's a moveable?

KATHARINA

A join'd-stool.

PETRUCHIO

Thou hast hit it: come, sit on me.

KATHARINA

Asses are made to bear, and so are you.

PETRUCHIO

Women are made to bear, and so are you.

KATHARINA

No such jade as you, if me you mean.

PETRUCHIO

Alas! good Kate, I will not burden thee;
For, knowing thee to be but young and light--

KATHARINA

Too light for such a swain as you to catch;
And yet as heavy as my weight should be.

PETRUCHIO

Should be! should--buzz!

KATHARINA

Well ta'en, and like a buzzard.

PETRUCHIO

O slow-wing'd turtle! shall a buzzard take thee?

KATHARINA

Ay, for a turtle, as he takes a buzzard.

PETRUCHIO

Come, come, you wasp; i' faith, you are too angry.

KATHARINA

If I be waspish, best beware my sting.

PETRUCHIO

My remedy is then, to pluck it out.

KATHARINA

Ay, if the fool could find it where it lies,

PETRUCHIO

Who knows not where a wasp does
wear his sting? In his tail.

KATHARINA

In his tongue.

PETRUCHIO

Whose tongue?

KATHARINA

Yours, if you talk of tails: and so farewell.

PETRUCHIO

What, with my tongue in your tail? nay, come again,
Good Kate; I am a gentleman.

KATHARINA

That I'll try.
She strikes him

PETRUCHIO

I swear I'll cuff you, if you strike again.

KATHARINA

So may you lose your arms:
If you strike me, you are no gentleman;
And if no gentleman, why then no arms.

PETRUCHIO

A herald, Kate? O, put me in thy books!

KATHARINA

What is your crest? a coxcomb?

PETRUCHIO

A combless cock, so Kate will be my hen.

KATHARINA

No cock of mine; you crow too like a craven.

PETRUCHIO

Nay, come, Kate, come; you must not look so sour.

KATHARINA

It is my fashion, when I see a crab.

PETRUCHIO

Why, here's no crab; and therefore look not sour.

KATHARINA

There is, there is.

PETRUCHIO

Then show it me.

KATHARINA

Had I a glass, I would.

PETRUCHIO

What, you mean my face?

KATHARINA

Well aim'd of such a young one.

PETRUCHIO

Now, by Saint George, I am too young for you.

KATHARINA

Yet you are wither'd.

PETRUCHIO

'Tis with cares.

KATHARINA

I care not.

PETRUCHIO

Nay, hear you, Kate: in sooth you scape not so.

KATHARINA

I chafe you, if I tarry: let me go.

PETRUCHIO

No, not a whit: I find you passing gentle.
'Twas told me you were rough and coy and sullen,
And now I find report a very liar;
For thou are pleasant, gamesome, passing courteous,
But slow in speech, yet sweet as spring-time flowers:
Thou canst not frown, thou canst not look askance,
Nor bite the lip, as angry wenches will,
Nor hast thou pleasure to be cross in talk,
But thou with mildness entertain'st thy wooers,
With gentle conference, soft and affable.
Why does the world report that Kate doth limp?
O slanderous world! Kate like the hazel-twig
Is straight and slender and as brown in hue
As hazel nuts and sweeter than the kernels.
O, let me see thee walk: thou dost not halt.

KATHARINA

Go, fool, and whom thou keep'st command.

PETRUCHIO

Did ever Dian so become a grove
As Kate this chamber with her princely gait?
O, be thou Dian, and let her be Kate;
And then let Kate be chaste and Dian sportful!

KATHARINA

Where did you study all this goodly speech?

PETRUCHIO

It is extempore, from my mother-wit.

KATHARINA

A witty mother! witless else her son.

PETRUCHIO

Am I not wise?

KATHARINA

Yes; keep you warm.

PETRUCHIO

Marry, so I mean, sweet Katharina, in thy bed:
And therefore, setting all this chat aside,
Thus in plain terms: your father hath consented
That you shall be my wife; your dowry 'greed on;
And, Will you, nill you, I will marry you.
Now, Kate, I am a husband for your turn;
For, by this light, whereby I see thy beauty,
Thy beauty, that doth make me like thee well,
Thou must be married to no man but me;
For I am he am born to tame you Kate,
And bring you from a wild Kate to a Kate
Conformable as other household Kates.
Here comes your father: never make denial;
I must and will have Katharina to my wife.
Re-enter BAPTISTA, GREMIO, and TRANIO

Did you make it all the way through? Good for you! It's an interesting story and it's a little hard to tell if Will is being really chauvinistic in the telling, or if he's sneakily taking the side of Kate. You'd have to read or see the whole play to find out for yourself. It reminds me, in a way, of The Merchant of Venice. In that one the moneylender Shylock is called a lot of names, many of them antisemitic, by the other people in the play. But, like in this play, I wonder if Will is trying to get some laughs off of how Shylock is treated, or if he's trying to show up how unfair it is for Shylock. That Will, he always keeps you guessing.

Okay, you've earned a picture. 

 

Oooh, not much of a picture, eh? It's just a picture of the title of a book. Well I thought this might be a good thing to read if you want an answer to the question of whether or not Will is being a chauvinist. Or better yet, just see/read The Taming Of The Shrew and figure it out for yourself! Oooh, ROASTED!

 

Set we our squadrons on yond side o' the hill,
In eye of Caesar's battle; from which place
We may the number of ships behold,
And so proceed accordingly.

-Mark Antony                                    

Antony and Cleopatra                            Act III, scene ix, Line 1

Do you want to know the most interesting thing about today's Totally Random lines, or at least what I think is most interesting? I'll tell you. These four lines of Act III, scene ix are Act III, scene ix. That is to say, that's it. That is Act III, scene ix. That's all of it. The scene is four lines long (or short), one sentence spoken by Mark Antony. Pretty short scene, eh? Since I'm not a Shakespeare expert I can't tell you if it's the shortest scene in all of his plays, but it is at least one of the shortest. 

Well, there are a lot of short scenes in this play, but now I'm curious. Okay, according to the Shakespeare Candle website this is indeed the shortest scene in all of Shakespeare. But there are two others just as short, one in this play and one in The Merry Wives of Windsor. So there you have it. You've just read one full scene. Congratulations!

Okay, you're right. That's not 'the hill' that Antony was talking about setting his squadrons on yond side of. But it is still 'The hill'. It's a picture of Tolkien's hill drawn by Tolkien himself. It's from the book J.R.R. Tolkien Artist & Illustrator.

The Constable of France.

-Montjoy

 

King Henry V                             Act IV, scene iii, Line 89

Montjoy is a herald sent to talk to Henry and with today's line he is answering Henry's question "Who sent thee?' This is right before the battle of Angincourt in which, as you know if you've read any of these posts, the outnumbered English destroy the French. Montjoy has come to see if Henry is interested in surrendering since he's so outnumbered. Henry's reply? 'Don't count your chickens before they're hatched, buddy. Get lost!' 
Well, that's a bit of paraphrasing. His actual reply (or part of it); 
              
           The man that once did sell the lion's skin
       While the beast lived, was killed with                              hunting him.
           

That's much better than the chicken saying, don't you think? 

So today you got two lines for the price of one. No extra charge.

That's a good looking Lion! It's from Nina's box of figurines and I think it's Simba. Needless to say, I won't be selling his skin.

The Lord Mortimer of Scotland hath sent word 
That Douglas and the English rebels met
The eleventh of this month at Shrewsbury.

-Sir Walter Blunt

 

King Henry IV Part I                            Act III, scene ii, Line 164

So this bit has to do with fighting within Britain. But don't ask me to get into details as to who's who, because I can never keep track. For one thing, there's too many names to remember, and for another thing, these guys keep changing sides. And if that weren't enough and just to make it a little more confusing, the names of singular guys change. Today's speaker, Henry IV, was initially Bolingbroke. Yesterday's speaker was Gloster, but he would eventually be Richard III.

I've got a library book that I'm reading called Shakespeare's Kings. It gives you the story behind Shakespeare's history plays, giving the detail of who did what and then pointing out where Shakespeare kept his stories in line with actual history and where he took poetic license. But to tell you the truth, that book is hard to follow too, and now that I'm three quarters of the way through with it I'm still not sure who did what. 

Maybe it's just me. I am getting a little old.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GQxM5rJ-uiY 

No pic today, just a link to a song about getting old.

...any strange beast there makes a man: when they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to se a dead Indian. 

-Trinculo

The Tempest                            Act II, scene ii, Line 32

This is Trinculo and he's talking about Caliban. As you know, The Tempest is one play that I'm pretty familiar with. Trinculo is about to crawl beneath the strange, playing-dead figure of Caliban for protection from the approaching storm. But before he does, he's standing there trying to figure out exactly what is Caliban. Is he a man, or a fish? Whatever he is, he's strange looking enough so that if Trinculo could bring him back to England he could make money charging admission for people just to see the beast. That's what he's talking about in the lines above. I'm not sure what a 'doit' is, but I believe it's some form of currency. Probably slang for a penny? 

                                    https://www.pursuingwillbooks.com/

Today's picture is not really a picture, it's a link, a link to our website where you can purchase of copy of our retelling of The Tempest. Yes, that's right, we finally got it published. And on page 22 there's actually a great picture of the action described above where Trinculo crawls underneath Caliban for protection. It'll cost you a few doits, but I hope you'll agree that it's worth it.

The weeds that his broad-spreading leaves did shelter,
That seemed in eating him to hold him up,
Are pluckt up root and all by Bolingbroke,-
I mean the Earl of Wiltshire, Bushy, Green.

-Gardener

                                    King Richard II                            Act II, scene iv, Line 50

Okay, so this is the royal gardener talking. He started, a few lines previous to this, telling one of his helpers what to do next in the garden, but he has segued from talking about weeds literally to talking about weeds figuratively. He's talking about how some of the guys in King Richard's circle are nothing better than weeds, and that Bolingbroke (the future King Henry IV) has now taken care of (eliminated) these guys. And the best part of this is that the guys' names really are Wiltshire, Bushy, and Green. Do you see the botanical connection of the name to the imagery being used. Ah, that Will is just too clever.

Now this may look like a jumble, that is to say weedy, but it's not. It only looks that way because the picture was taken close up at ground level. In fact, I can attest to the fact that there are very few weeds because I did the weeding myself. And I can assure you that I did not see the Earl of Wiltshire, or Bushy, or Green while I was in there. But if I did I certainly would have gotten rid of them.