Amazon Prime Video original movie The Taming of the Shrew was released March 8th, 1967.
#TTOTS is a classic Shakespeare play.
rottentomatoes: 82%
metacritic:
imdb: 7.1
oscars: 2 nominations
Katherina Minola
Kat Minola marries a fortune-hunter Petrucchio in Padua, Italy.
“I pray you, Father, is it your will to make a whore of me among these mates? I’ faith, sir, you shall have no need to fear. Such mating is not half way to my heart. But if it were, doubt not my care should be to paint your face, and use you like a fool. And comb your noddle with a three-legg’d stool.” — Katherina Minola
“Pretty pet!” — Katherina Minola
Signor Petruchio
“Out of my path! O, Grumio! Here, Sirrah Grumio, knock, I say. Villain, I say, knock me here soundly. Knock me at my friend Hortensio’s gate, and rap me well, or I’ll knock your knave’s pate. Sirrah, will you not knock? Or I’ll ring it. Ring when I tell you.”
“Hortensio. Ah! Well met, my dearest friend, Hortensio. Senseless villain. Signor Hortensio, I bade this rascal knock upon my gate, and could not for my heart get him to do it.”
“Sirrah, be gone, or talk not, I advise you. Signor Hortensio, thus it stands with me Antonio, my father, is deceas’d, and I have thrust myself into this maze, haply as best I may to thrive and wive. Thrive and wive. There.”
“Signor Hortensio, ‘twixt such friends as we few words suffice. And therefore, if you know one rich enough to be Petruchio’s wife. Since wealth’s the burden of my wooing dance. Be she as foul as was Florentius’ love, as old as Sybil, and as curst and shrewd as Socrates’ Xanthippe, or a worse. She moves me not, or not removes at least affection’s edge in me.”
“Were she as rough as are the swelling Adriatic seas. I come to wive it wealthily in Padua. If wealthily, then happily in Padua. Crowns have I in my purse, and goods at home. And so am come abroad to see the world. To find a fortune and to woo… a wife. ♪ And when I came at last to wife ♪ With a heigh-ho ♪ The wind and the rain ♪ By swaggering could I never thrive ♪ For the rain it raineth every day ♪”
“I will not sleep, Hortensio, till I see her. ♪ With a heigh-ho ♪ The wind and the rain ♪ For the rain it raineth every ♪ By swaggering ♪ By swaggering could I never thrive ♪ For the rain it raineth every day ♪ When that I was a tiny little boy ♪ With a heigh-ho ♪”
Bianca Minola
“Away! No.”
“O, sister, content you in my discontent. Sir, to your pleasure humbly I subscribe. My books and instruments shall be my company, on them to look and practice by myself.”
Signor Baptista
“Bianca! Bianca! Bianca… Bianca! Bian… gentlemen, importune me no further, for how I firmly am resolv’d you know, now to bestow my younger daughter Bianca before I have a husband for the elder. What? Before I have a husband for the elder! If either of you two love Katharina, leave shall you have to court her at your pleasure.”
“Let it not displease thee, good Bianca, for I will love thee none the less my girl. You are my most obedient and loving daughter. Go in, Bianca.”
“Gentlemen, content ye. I am resolv’d. And for I know she taketh most delight in music, instruments, and poetry. Schoolmasters will keep within my house fit to instruct her youth. If you, Hortensio, or Signor Gremio, you, know any such, conduct them hither, for to schoolmasters I will be very kind. And so farewell.”
Verona, Italy
“Tranio! Tranio! Master! Master Lucentio. Now, in fulfillment of my great desire to see fair Padua, nursery of arts, I am arriv’d in fruitful Lombardy, the pleasant garden of great Italy. And by my father’s love and leave am arm’d with his good will and thy good company.”
“So shall I please my father, Lord Vincentio, who sent me hither from our home in Pisa, on this, the first day of the scholar’s year, to study at the university, and deck his fortune with my virtuous deeds. Here let us breathe and haply institute a course of learning and ingenious studies.”
“And therefore, Tranio, for the time I’ll study Virtue, and that part of philosophy will I apply which treats of happiness by virtue specially to be achiev’d. Tell me, Tranio, tell me thy mind, for I have Pisa left and am to Padua come. As he that leaves a shallow plash to plunge him in the deep, and satiety seeks to quench his thirst. Why then, Lucentio, gentle master mine. I am in all affected as yourself, glad that you thus continue your resolve to suck the sweets of sweet philosophy.”
“Tranio! But let us not be so confined by learning that love becomes an outcast quite abjur’d. No profit grows where is no pleasure taken. Huh? Master? Master? Lucentio!”
“♪ Come scholar come scholar ♪ Tell me true ♪ What can I teach you to do do do? ♪ Teach me no scholarship nor no trade ♪ Teach me to tumble thee ♪ My little pretty maid ♪”
“Lucentio? Liucentio! Lucentio! Lucentio! Lucentio. Master. Unveil! Unveil! Unveil! Unveil! ♪ Who would his love bestow ♪ On looks he may never know? ♪ Lady unveil unveil unveil ♪ Beauty’s a thing to show ♪ To show ♪ O let me tell gentle maiden ♪ Let me tell ♪ If it be true ♪ That thy beauty casts a spell ♪ If true it be ♪ Take pity and give me leave ♪ To do for thee ♪ All that Adam did for Eve ♪ I’ll do it well gentle maid ♪ I’ll do it well ♪ “
“Bianca! Tranio, I burn, I pine, I perish, Tranio, if I achieve not that young modest girl. Wha… is it possible that love should of a sudden take such hold? Bianca! Haste to the house. Your sister is mad. Out of my way, fool!”
“Signor Baptista… o, hideous pleasure. She’s too rough for me. Mates, maid, how mean you that? No mates for you unless you were of milder, gentler mold. That wench is stark mad or wonderful forward. But in the other’s silence I do see Maid’s mild behavior and sobriety. O, Tranio, thou may’st hear a goddess speak.”
“O, no! Why, will you lock her up, Signor Baptista, for this fiend of hell, and make her bear the penance of her tongue? But… fiend of hell! Schoolmasters… if you love the maid, bend thoughts and wits to achieve her. Thus it stands. Her elder sister is so curst and shrewd that till the father rids his hands of her, Master, your love must lie a maid at home. Ah, Tranio, what a cruel father’s he!”
“But… art thou not advis’d he took some care to get her cunning schoolmasters to instruct her? I have it, Tranio. By my hand, Master, both our inventions meet and jump in one. Shh! You will be the schoolmaster, and undertake the teaching of the maid. We have not yet been seen in any house, nor can we be distinguish’d by our faces for man or master. Then it follows thus. Thou shalt be master, Tranio, in my stead, and be in Padua here Vincentio’s son. I am content to be Lucentio, because so well I love Lucentio. Keep house, and port, and servants, as I should.”
“And introduce me as a schoolmaster, fit to instruct Baptista’s youngest daughter. ‘Tis hatch’d, and shall be so. Shh. You… Signor Gremio! A truce to our enmity, for the time it profits us better to be friends. This matter toucheth us both. We may yet again have access to our fair mistress and be happy rivals for Bianca’s love, if we labor to effect one thing especially. What’s that, I pray?”
“Marry, sir, to get a husband for her sister. A husband? A devil. I say a husband. I say a devil. Now thinkest thou, Hortensio, though her father be very rich, any man is such a fool as to be married to hell? No! Rush, Gremio. Though it pass your patience and mine to endure her loud alarums, why, man, there be good fellows in the world, if one could but light on them, would take her with all her faults, for the sake of her father’s fortune. I would not do it for a mine of gold.”
“Help Katharina to a husband and we help Bianca to become a wife. Thine or mine? He that runs fastest gets the ring. How say you, Signor Gremio? I am agreed. There must be such a man. Yes. I would give the best horse in Padua to whoever would thoroughly woo her, wed her, bed her, and rid the house of her. There must be such a man. There must be such a man. There must be such a man. Huh?”
“Knock, sir? Whom should I knock? A-ha! Is there any man has rebused your worship? Knock you where, sir? Ah! My master is grown quarrelsome. I should knock you first, and then I know after who comes by the worst. Masters! Help, masters! My master is mad. Masters! Petruchio! What’s the matter? Rise, Grumio, rise. If this be not a lawful cause for me to leave his service, look you, sir. He bid me knock…”
“Knock at the gate? O heavens! Spake you not the words plain, ‘knock me here…?’ Signor Petruchio, what happy gale blows you to Padua here from old Verona? You and your trusty, pleasant servant Grumio. To… wive… saidst thou?”
“Her father is Baptista Minola, an affable and courteous gentleman. Her name is Katharina Minola. Petruchio, shall I then come roundly to thee, and wish thee to a shrewd ill-favor’d wife? Thou’dst thank me but a little for my counsel, and yet I promise thee she shall be rich and very rich. But then, th’art too much my friend, and I’ll not wish thee to her. O’ my word, and she knew him as well as I do, she’d think scolding would do him little good.”
“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 old trot with ne’er a tooth in her head, and though she have as many diseases as two and fifty horses. Why, nothing comes amiss, so money comes withal.”
