Discuss the following passage from Act 2, Scene 1, exploring Shakespeare’s use of language and dramatic effects.
Enter KATHERINA.
PETRUCHIO
Good morrow, Kate – for that’s your name, I hear.
KATHERINA
Well have you heard, but something hard of hearing:
They call me Katherine 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 Kates, and therefore, Kate,
Take this of me, Kate of my consolation –
Hearing thy mildness prais’d in every town,
Thy virtues spoke of, and thy beauty sounded,
Yet not so deeply as to thee belongs,
Myself am mov’d to woo thee for my wife.
KATHERINA
Mov’d! in good time! Let him that mov’d you hither
Remove you hence. I knew you at the first
You were a moveable.
PETRUCHIO
Why, what’s a moveable?
KATHERINA
A join’d-stool.
PETRUCHIO
Thou hast hit it. Come, sit on me.
KATHERINA
Asses are made to bear, and so are you.
PETRUCHIO
Women are made to bear, and so are you.
KATHERINA
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 –
KATHERINA
Too light for such a swain as you to catch;
And yet as heavy as my weight should be.
PETRUCHIO
Should be! should-buzz!
KATHERINA
Well ta’en, and like a buzzard.
PETRUCHIO
O, slow-wing’d turtle, shall a buzzard take thee?
KATHERINA
Ay, for a turtle, as he takes a buzzard.
PETRUCHIO
Come, come, you wasp; i’ faith, you are too angry.
KATHERINA
If I be waspish, best beware my sting.
PETRUCHIO
My remedy is then to pluck it out.
KATHERINA
Ay, if the fool could find it where it lies.
PETRUCHIO
Who knows not where a wasp does wear his sting?
In his tail.
KATHERINA
In his tongue.
PETRUCHIO
Whose tongue?
KATHERINA
Yours, if you talk of tales; and so farewell.
PETRUCHIO
What, with my tongue in your tail?
Nay, come again,
Good Kate; I am a gentleman.
KATHERINA
That I’ll try.
[ She strikes him ]
PETRUCHIO
I swear I’ll cuff you, if you strike again.
KATHERINA
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!
KATHERINA
What is your crest – a coxcomb?
PETRUCHIO
A combless cock, so Kate will be my hen.
KATHERINA
No cock of mine; you crow too like a craven.
PETRUCHIO
Nay, come, Kate, come; you must not look so sour.
KATHERINA
It is my fashion when I see a crab.
PETRUCHIO
Why, here’s no crab, and therefore look not sour.
KATHERINA
There is, there is.
PETRUCHIO
Then show it me.
KATHERINA
Had I a glass I would.
PETRUCHIO
What, you mean my face?
KATHERINA
Well aim’d of such a young one.
PETRUCHIO
Now, by Saint George, I am too young for you.
KATHERINA
Yet you are wither’d.
PETRUCHIO
’Tis with cares.
KATHERINA
I care not.
PETRUCHIO
Nay, hear you, Kate – in sooth, you scape not so.
[15 marks]
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