[!!!] Mentions of a whip / whipping + harsh punishment
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Scene III
Enter BAPTISTA , VINCENTIO , GREMIO , the MERCHANT , LUCENTIO , BIANCA , PETRUCHIO , KATHERINE , HORTENSIO , WIDOW , TRANIO , BIONDELLO , and GRUMIO , with the Servingmen bringing in a banquet
Exeunt Serving men with the banquet.
Lucentio: Thank thee for gracing us with thy presence this evening
Petruchio: A mighty fine feast, dearest brother
Baptista: Aye, and a happy union to my dearest Bianca!
Katherine: Sister, thou shall speak
Bianca: Very well. Thank thee, dear Father, and thee, dear Vincentio,— for gracing a woman such as I this opportunity.
Petruchio: Tis' all? The madame is wed and has yet a word of praise for her beloved! Dear Lucentio, what a handful haveth thee
Katherine: Sister, thou know not to thank thy husband? Thy Lord? Thy Master? For shame, and it is my name they sully with 'shrew'. Thou aren't happy?
Bianca: I simply wish to think a while longer,— how grateful and indebted I am to thee, words may not do justice. I am but brimming with jolliness, you see
Petruchio: Fie, alike Persephone?
Bianca: The only Persephone here is thee, Kate
Katherine: ...
Hortensio: pah! What a rather unfortunate turn of luck, dear friend. Tame one shrew and yet another appears,— Lucentio if need be, Petruchio here may desire to teach his hand to you
Petruchio: I am rather well versed in my craft
Lucentio: Hahah, a sentimental value, but no— my Bianca is not your Katherine, friend. Far too pretty is she to be a servant. I have my trusty Tranio shall I ever need someone for that job.
Bianca: Where is Tranio?
Lucentio: Hm? Ah, he's—.... Hm...
Hortensio: tch tch, a shrewish wife and an unfaithful servant
Lucentio: no no, gentlemen, hush now. My servant is never far, he shall never stray far from my side.
Petruchio: Tis' true? Then where may he be now?
Hortensio: Not at your side?
Lucentio: No, he would never
Petruchio: at the very least, no servant of mine should abandon me in such a time of need, GRUMIO-!!
Grumio, padding over: Yes, my lord?
Petruchio: See? Simple as that. Dear Grumio would never leave me hanging, would you, Grumio?
Grumio: No, no Master, never! Me would cut you down!
Petruchio: Excuse me?
Grumio: If thee were caught for your heinous acts of debauchery, sirrah. If thee were ever hanged in the square me would cut your body down from the gallows!
Petruchio, walloping Grumio over the head: You foul loathsome vermin! Make use of that big head!
Grumio: What job would require my head? My hands are much more efficient, sirrah
Petruchio: Noo!! Leave now you oaf!
Exeunt Grumio
Hortensio: Only the worst of punishments for such disobedience
Petruchio: Aye, what a foulsome fate I shall befall upon that twat. See here, Lucentio, the true way in which a man exudes himself. Treat a wife you would a servant, and a servant you would dirt beneath your heel
Hortensio: Cheers to that!
Hortensio starts taking notes in his notebook
Petruchio: If Tranio had ever done me so wrong, I'd have had his head. Punishment is the key, dear Lucentio.
Lucentio: Your idea holds merit
Petruchio: Of course it does! Everything of mine is wonderful.
Hortensio: Truly.
Lucentio: Five lashings with the whip shall do him good
Petruchio: Five?? Only five? You mean to pat him on the head!? No, no, five is far too little.
Hortensio: Ten
Petruchio: No, no
Lucentio: You mean to say more than ten?
Petruchio: Much more.
Hortensio: Twenty.
Petruchio: Fifty five lashings and no less!!
Lucentio: Fifty five lashings?!
Hortensio: Brilliant! Pure brilliance!
Petruchio: You mean to say fifty five is too much? Something meant for a child? Are you not man enough?
Lucentio: No, no I am not. Eighty lashings for the useless wretch, no more no less!
Petruchio: Fantastic!
Hortensio: Do you mean to kill the servant?
Petruchio: Silence, let him prove himself
Lucentio: When my hands are finally wrung around his neck is when I shall be happy
Petruchio: Atta' boy!
Exeunt Lucentio, followed by Petruchio and Hortensio