t to everything he said,
before he carried her to her father; and therefore, as if he were lord
even of the sun, and could command the hours, he said it should be what
time he pleased to have it, before he set forward; "For," he said,
"whatever I say or do, you still are crossing it. I will not go to-day,
and when I go, it shall be what o'clock I say it is." Another day
Katharine was forced to practise her newly-found obedience, and not till
he had brought her proud spirit to such a perfect subjection, that she
dared not remember there was such a word as contradiction, would
Petruchio allow her to go to her father's house; and even while they
were upon their journey thither, she was in danger of being turned back
again, only because she happened to hint it was the sun, when he
affirmed the moon shone brightly at noonday. "Now, by my mother's son,"
said he, "and that is myself, it shall be the moon, or stars, or what I
list, before I journey to your father's house." He then made as if he
were going back again; but Katharine, no longer Katharine the Shrew, but
the obedient wife, said, "Let us go forward, I pray, now we have come so
far, and it shall be the sun, or moon, or what you please, and if you
please to call it a rush candle henceforth, I vow it shall be so for
me." This he was resolved to prove, therefore he said again, "I say, it
is the moon."--"I know it is the moon," replied Katharine. "You lie, it
is the blessed sun," said Petruchio. "Then it is the blessed sun,"
replied Katharine; "but sun it is not, when you say it is not. What you
will have it named, even so it is, and so it ever shall be for
Katharine." Now then he suffered her to proceed on her journey; but
further to try if this yielding humour would last, he addressed an old
gentleman they met on the road as if he had been a young woman, saying
to him, "Good morrow, gentle mistress;" and asked Katharine if she had
ever beheld a fairer gentlewoman, praising the red and white of the old
man's cheeks, and comparing his eyes to two bright stars; and again he
addressed him, saying, "Fair lovely maid, once more good day to you!"
and said to his wife, "Sweet Kate, embrace her for her beauty's sake."
The now completely vanquished Katharine quickly adopted her husband's
opinion, and made her speech in like sort to the old gentleman, saying
to him, "Young budding virgin, you are fair, and fresh, and sweet:
whither are you going, and where is your dwelling? Happy ar