[Enter Petruchio]

PETRUCHIO.

Good morrow, Kate; Pause for that's your name, I hear.

[Petruchio and Katherine are instantly attracted to each other's appearance]  

Episode 2: Introductions

KATHARINE.

Well, have you heard, but something hard of hearing:

They call me Katharine, those 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;

Kate holds up a shoe to halt his appraoch

But, Kate, the prettiest Kate in Christendom,

 [Kate sits on her desk, he pulls up a stool next to her] 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.

Episode 3: The War Begins 

KATHARINE.

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?

KATHARINE.

A joint-stool. [She moves to kick him, he dodges and she hits the stool instead] 

PETRUCHIO.

[Fixes the stool, sits back down]

Thou hast hit it: come, sit on me. [Pulls her onto his lap]

KATHARINE.

Asses are made to bear, and so are you. [Struggles to free herself]

PETRUCHIO.

Women are made to bear, and so are you.

KATHARINE.

No such jade as you, if me you mean. [Tears away from him]

Epidode 4: Battle of Whit

PETRUCHIO.

Alas, good Kate! I will not burthen thee!

For, knowing thee to be but young and light-

KATHARINE.

Too light for such a swain as you to catch;

And yet as heavy as my weight should be.

PETRUCHIO.

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

KATHARINE.

If I be waspish, best beware my sting.

PETRUCHIO.

My remedy is then, to pluck it out.

KATHARINE.

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

PETRUCHIO.

Who knows not where a wasp does wear his sting?

In his tail.

KATHARINE.

In his tongue.

PETRUCHIO.

Whose tongue?

KATHARINE.

Yours, if you talk of tails: and so farewell. [Moves to leave]

PETRUCHIO.

[Halts Katherine's Exit] What, with my tongue in your tail?

[Blocks her again] nay, come again,

Good Kate; I am a gentleman.

Climax

KATHARINE.

That I'll try. [She strikes him]

 Episode 5: Physical Engagement

PETRUCHIO.

Grabs her wrists

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

KATHARINE.

So may you lose your arms: [Stuggles against him]

If you strike me, you are no gentleman;

And if no gentleman, why, then no arms.

Episode 6: Battle of Attraction

Resolution

PETRUCHIO.

[Lifts Kate up and tosses her on the bed]

A herald, Kate?

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

KATHARINE.

[Struggling to free herself]

It is my fashion when I see a crab.

PETRUCHIO.

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

KATHARINE.

[Stops struggling]

There is, there is.

PETRUCHIO.

Then show it to me.

KATHARINE.

Had I a glass, I would.

PETRUCHIO.

What, you mean my face?

KATHARINE.

Well aim'd of such a young one.

PETRUCHIO.

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

KATHARINE.

Yet you are wither'd.

PETRUCHIO.

'Tis with cares.

KATHARINE.

I care not.

[Moves toward the door] 

PETRUCHIO.

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

[Blocks her Exit]

Episode 7: Kate is Defeated

KATHARINE.

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 art pleasant, gamesome, passing courteous;

But slow in speech, yet sweet as spring-time flowers:

Why does the world report that Kate doth limp? 

O slanderous world! O, let me see thee walk: thou dost not halt.

KATHARINE.

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!

KATHARINE.

Where did you study all this goodly speech?

PETRUCHIO.

It is extempore, from my mother-wit.

KATHARINE.

A witty mother! witless else her son.

PETRUCHIO.

Am I not wise?

KATHARINE.

[Admittingly]

Yes; keep you warm.

Episode 8: Uncontrolable Circumstances

PETRUCHIO.

Marry, so I mean, sweet Katharine, 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 Katharine to be my wife.