Shankara20
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jadefirefly said:Bite off the top and lick out all the filling.
Doesn't everyone?
i just went owowowwowow and crossed my legs
don't know why - I just did....
I know I will regret this..................
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i just went owowowwowow and crossed my legs
don't know why - I just did....
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Shankara20 said:i just went owowowwowow and crossed my legs
don't know why - I just did....
ssssh Shank its okay its just a submissives version of foreplay when she has PMT
EDIT Ohh the queue for oral servitude starts here ........did I mention I am in a very very very bad mood today and its not PMT its cerebral and thats worse trust me
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Shankara20
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@}-}rebecca---- said:ssssh Shank its okay its just a submissives version of foreplay when she has PMT
EDIT Ohh the queue for oral servitude starts here ........did I mention I am in a very very very bad mood today and its not PMT its cerebral and thats worse trust me
Rebecca - sorry to hear things are not going well for you today. I hope things improve soon.
I'll be under here should anyone be looking for me.
http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g38/nbright1969/clip/LaniUnderBed.jpg
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Shankara20 said:Rebecca - sorry to hear things are not going well for you today. I hope things improve soon.
I'll be under here should anyone be looking for me.
http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g38/nbright1969/clip/LaniUnderBed.jpg
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAT ????????
awwww cute puppy.... oh chite Shank you tricked me into being nice a few seconds.
all replies on this Thread WILL be screamed at today ~ BDSM Community Service Announcement
Shankara20
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@}-}rebecca---- said:
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*dons helmet, gloves, and protective vest*
*steps into thread*
Today.
Sucked.
*eggs the thread with cadbury eggs*
I am in need of a really good drink..
*steps into thread*
Today.
Sucked.
*eggs the thread with cadbury eggs*
I am in need of a really good drink..
Shankara20
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jadefirefly said:
*Wow. What a day yesterday was. Enough bad moods to go around
*sigh* good friends having bad days
Maybe a freshly cleaned thread will help cheer people up today.
Thank goodness this cadbury egg cream does not stain.
Whistle while I work
Whistle while I work
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Shankara20 said:*Wow. What a day yesterday was. Enough bad moods to go around
*sigh* good friends having bad days
Maybe a freshly cleaned thread will help cheer people up today.
Thank goodness this cadbury egg cream does not stain.
Whistle while I work
Whistle while I work
awww thank you Sir Shank ..........smiles
back to bed for me .......
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*calls to other side of thread*
REBECCA!!!!
That guy is trying to hijack your thread.....
Oh.
Wait.
That was the original topic.
Well, damn.
REBECCA!!!!
That guy is trying to hijack your thread.....
Oh.
Wait.
That was the original topic.
Well, damn.
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jadefirefly said:*calls to other side of thread*
REBECCA!!!!
That guy is trying to hijack your thread.....
Oh.
Wait.
That was the original topic.
Well, damn.
laughs.......Miss Jade sweety I think its the thread Mechanic not the Concorde ......muaaah you
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Bob Harris Essay ~ One I missed
Reading online tonight I came across a few things that held my interest. I remember this essay though its been awhile. Its also a topic that could be explored in some depth extending beyond the essay itself. Its no secret I hold Boy Bob Harris with some high respect yet I never knew the man just his words.
@}-}rebecca----
The Question We All Must Face:
"Have I Lost My Desire To Be Submissive?"
Someday, sometime, somehow, it's going to happen. No matter how good your D/s relationship is, it's going to happen. Even if you have the most caring, sensitive, responsive, loving Dominant in the world, it's going to happen. It's happened to the strongest of submissives. It's happened to the weakest. And most likely, sooner or later, someday, sometime, somehow, it will probably happen to you. Sooner or later, you're going to ask yourself the most challenging question a submissive can face. Have i lost my desire to be a submissive?
There are days when i truly wish that being a submissive actually did mean that you were a mindless robot. No cares. No worries. Just sit around and wait for the next directive. The idea of being the naked boy, sitting at home, waiting on Sir, while He takes care of all the necessities of life doesn't sound like a bad thing at all. In fact, it sounds damn good!
Nice work if you can get it, but that's far from reality for the vast majority of us. So, sooner or later, as the pressures of everyday life make you feel like your ready to explode, that awful question will begin to sneak up on you.
Let's be real. Being in service, to even the best of Dominant, can sometimes be a real pain. We have to take care of all of our own responsibilities that come with having a career, taking care of our house and car, and all the other modern "conveniences" that for some reason seem to make life more complicated than convenient. Plus, we also have the responsibility of taking care of someone else's home, car and modern conveniences. Daily pressure times two. Sometimes it can become overwhelming.
But hey, we're "super-sub." We can handle that and make it look so easy that Sir, believing that the service ability of a good sub is a terrible thing to waste, piles on a few more tasks for you to do in your "spare time," whatever that is. But hey, we're "super-sub," we can handle it. So you reach down inside yourself, find that last ounce of energy that you've hidden away, and keep on going.
But then comes the big one. Naturally, with all that you're trying to do, at the end of the day, you're tired. Sir, doing all He can to be the responsible Master, decides that what you need is rest. No play tonight, or the next night or the next etc., etc., etc. So now you start to think, ok, i've worked my ass off, done everything i'm supposed to, yet i don't get any of the rewards, i.e., play time. What's wrong with me? Am i no longer attractive to Him? Do i no longer spark His desire to play with me? Rest? That's the last thing i want. Want to rejuvenate me? Then take me in and beat the crap out of me. Throw in a little CBT, maybe some single tail, and see how fast i bounce back. After all, a good flogging beats the hell out of any kind of massage or rest when it comes to rejuvenating a boy.
Then it hits. Why am i doing this? i could find any number of play partners without having to go through all these other hassles. Why did i become His submissive anyway?
Unless there are other, deeper, problems in the relationship, it doesn't take long to come up with the reasons why. Despite all the hassles, all the headaches, all the self-questioning of worth, deep inside you know why. It's because you love doing it. You need to serve and you know you've got the best Dominant anyone could ask for. All you have to do is swallow a little of your pride (all it does is get in the way), talk to Sir and tell Him, "i need Your help and understanding."
Of course, admitting this is the last thing you want to do, being "super-sub" and all. So you bang your head against the wall a few times (damn, now i've got to fix the hole in the wall), slam a few doors (oh no, i heard a crash, what broke?), drop kick the cat across the room (it's ok, he's already deranged, another concussion won't hurt him much) or go shopping (ok, so there is one gay stereotype i fit) until you finally get rid of enough anger and frustration to admit to Sir that you can't do it all.
But it's OK. He understands. Most of the problem could have been avoided if you just hadn't been so stubborn and talked to Him sooner. But you faced the question. You've reassured yourself how much it all means to you. You won.
Just A Thought
Do you really believe the old stereotype of the submissive as being someone of no worth, a plaything to be used and abused at will by the Dominant? Did you come into this lifestyle with an extreme case of low self-esteem, believing that you are so worthless you deserve to be misused? Think again. That stereotype is the furthest thing from the truth.
Being a submissive requires intelligence, a deep sense of self-worth, coupled with a strong desire to care and serve the one you love.
If you take all the words that are used to describe the various types of submissives, be it boy, boi, girl, slave, submissive or bottom, you can't find the letters to make up "worthless," "ignorant" or "piece of shit"!!! Remember that!
Reading online tonight I came across a few things that held my interest. I remember this essay though its been awhile. Its also a topic that could be explored in some depth extending beyond the essay itself. Its no secret I hold Boy Bob Harris with some high respect yet I never knew the man just his words.
@}-}rebecca----
The Question We All Must Face:
"Have I Lost My Desire To Be Submissive?"
Someday, sometime, somehow, it's going to happen. No matter how good your D/s relationship is, it's going to happen. Even if you have the most caring, sensitive, responsive, loving Dominant in the world, it's going to happen. It's happened to the strongest of submissives. It's happened to the weakest. And most likely, sooner or later, someday, sometime, somehow, it will probably happen to you. Sooner or later, you're going to ask yourself the most challenging question a submissive can face. Have i lost my desire to be a submissive?
There are days when i truly wish that being a submissive actually did mean that you were a mindless robot. No cares. No worries. Just sit around and wait for the next directive. The idea of being the naked boy, sitting at home, waiting on Sir, while He takes care of all the necessities of life doesn't sound like a bad thing at all. In fact, it sounds damn good!
Nice work if you can get it, but that's far from reality for the vast majority of us. So, sooner or later, as the pressures of everyday life make you feel like your ready to explode, that awful question will begin to sneak up on you.
Let's be real. Being in service, to even the best of Dominant, can sometimes be a real pain. We have to take care of all of our own responsibilities that come with having a career, taking care of our house and car, and all the other modern "conveniences" that for some reason seem to make life more complicated than convenient. Plus, we also have the responsibility of taking care of someone else's home, car and modern conveniences. Daily pressure times two. Sometimes it can become overwhelming.
But hey, we're "super-sub." We can handle that and make it look so easy that Sir, believing that the service ability of a good sub is a terrible thing to waste, piles on a few more tasks for you to do in your "spare time," whatever that is. But hey, we're "super-sub," we can handle it. So you reach down inside yourself, find that last ounce of energy that you've hidden away, and keep on going.
But then comes the big one. Naturally, with all that you're trying to do, at the end of the day, you're tired. Sir, doing all He can to be the responsible Master, decides that what you need is rest. No play tonight, or the next night or the next etc., etc., etc. So now you start to think, ok, i've worked my ass off, done everything i'm supposed to, yet i don't get any of the rewards, i.e., play time. What's wrong with me? Am i no longer attractive to Him? Do i no longer spark His desire to play with me? Rest? That's the last thing i want. Want to rejuvenate me? Then take me in and beat the crap out of me. Throw in a little CBT, maybe some single tail, and see how fast i bounce back. After all, a good flogging beats the hell out of any kind of massage or rest when it comes to rejuvenating a boy.
Then it hits. Why am i doing this? i could find any number of play partners without having to go through all these other hassles. Why did i become His submissive anyway?
Unless there are other, deeper, problems in the relationship, it doesn't take long to come up with the reasons why. Despite all the hassles, all the headaches, all the self-questioning of worth, deep inside you know why. It's because you love doing it. You need to serve and you know you've got the best Dominant anyone could ask for. All you have to do is swallow a little of your pride (all it does is get in the way), talk to Sir and tell Him, "i need Your help and understanding."
Of course, admitting this is the last thing you want to do, being "super-sub" and all. So you bang your head against the wall a few times (damn, now i've got to fix the hole in the wall), slam a few doors (oh no, i heard a crash, what broke?), drop kick the cat across the room (it's ok, he's already deranged, another concussion won't hurt him much) or go shopping (ok, so there is one gay stereotype i fit) until you finally get rid of enough anger and frustration to admit to Sir that you can't do it all.
But it's OK. He understands. Most of the problem could have been avoided if you just hadn't been so stubborn and talked to Him sooner. But you faced the question. You've reassured yourself how much it all means to you. You won.
Just A Thought
Do you really believe the old stereotype of the submissive as being someone of no worth, a plaything to be used and abused at will by the Dominant? Did you come into this lifestyle with an extreme case of low self-esteem, believing that you are so worthless you deserve to be misused? Think again. That stereotype is the furthest thing from the truth.
Being a submissive requires intelligence, a deep sense of self-worth, coupled with a strong desire to care and serve the one you love.
If you take all the words that are used to describe the various types of submissives, be it boy, boi, girl, slave, submissive or bottom, you can't find the letters to make up "worthless," "ignorant" or "piece of shit"!!! Remember that!
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And now for something completely different ....
I have a love of Shakespeare, somehow one day I fell into being able to 'read it'. A gift indeed I say a gift. The Taming of the Shrew has always delighted me for its at times playful nature. It always had a strong calling to me as well. Oh how I'd would have been the wild Katharina. I have always considered that part of myself thats stubborn and righteous within myself as my 'Katharina' complex. One I take still some sheer delight in and frankly I don't care if its a romantic view I value 'magic' in my life in whatever form it takes. I see a Ds aspect always in this story 'the brat', the 'Dominant'........laughs. Best movie ever made reflecting some joys I see/embrace/new discover in Ds relationships will always be Burton and Taylor in the roles of Petruchio and Katharina............smiles.
The Taming of the Shrew
by William Shakespeare
Act 5, Scene II
SCENE II. Padua. LUCENTIO'S house.
Enter BAPTISTA, VINCENTIO, GREMIO, the Pedant, LUCENTIO, BIANCA, PETRUCHIO, KATHARINA, HORTENSIO, and Widow, TRANIO, BIONDELLO, and GRUMIO the Serving-men with Tranio bringing in a banquet
LUCENTIO
At last, though long, our jarring notes agree:
And time it is, when raging war is done,
To smile at scapes and perils overblown.
My fair Bianca, bid my father welcome,
While I with self-same kindness welcome thine.
Brother Petruchio, sister Katharina,
And thou, Hortensio, with thy loving widow,
Feast with the best, and welcome to my house:
My banquet is to close our stomachs up,
After our great good cheer. Pray you, sit down;
For now we sit to chat as well as eat.
PETRUCHIO
Nothing but sit and sit, and eat and eat!
BAPTISTA
Padua affords this kindness, son Petruchio.
PETRUCHIO
Padua affords nothing but what is kind.
HORTENSIO
For both our sakes, I would that word were true.
PETRUCHIO
Now, for my life, Hortensio fears his widow.
Widow
Then never trust me, if I be afeard.
PETRUCHIO
You are very sensible, and yet you miss my sense:
I mean, Hortensio is afeard of you.
Widow
He that is giddy thinks the world turns round.
PETRUCHIO
Roundly replied.
KATHARINA
Mistress, how mean you that?
Widow
Thus I conceive by him.
PETRUCHIO
Conceives by me! How likes Hortensio that?
HORTENSIO
My widow says, thus she conceives her tale.
PETRUCHIO
Very well mended. Kiss him for that, good widow.
KATHARINA
'He that is giddy thinks the world turns round:'
I pray you, tell me what you meant by that.
Widow
Your husband, being troubled with a shrew,
Measures my husband's sorrow by his woe:
And now you know my meaning,
KATHARINA
A very mean meaning.
Widow
Right, I mean you.
KATHARINA
And I am mean indeed, respecting you.
PETRUCHIO
To her, Kate!
HORTENSIO
To her, widow!
PETRUCHIO
A hundred marks, my Kate does put her down.
HORTENSIO
That's my office.
PETRUCHIO
Spoke like an officer; ha' to thee, lad!
Drinks to HORTENSIO
BAPTISTA
How likes Gremio these quick-witted folks?
GREMIO
Believe me, sir, they butt together well.
BIANCA
Head, and butt! an hasty-witted body
Would say your head and butt were head and horn.
VINCENTIO
Ay, mistress bride, hath that awaken'd you?
BIANCA
Ay, but not frighted me; therefore I'll sleep again.
PETRUCHIO
Nay, that you shall not: since you have begun,
Have at you for a bitter jest or two!
BIANCA
Am I your bird? I mean to shift my bush;
And then pursue me as you draw your bow.
You are welcome all.
Exeunt BIANCA, KATHARINA, and Widow
PETRUCHIO
She hath prevented me. Here, Signior Tranio.
This bird you aim'd at, though you hit her not;
Therefore a health to all that shot and miss'd.
TRANIO
O, sir, Lucentio slipp'd me like his greyhound,
Which runs himself and catches for his master.
PETRUCHIO
A good swift simile, but something currish.
TRANIO
'Tis well, sir, that you hunted for yourself:
'Tis thought your deer does hold you at a bay.
BAPTISTA
O ho, Petruchio! Tranio hits you now.
LUCENTIO
I thank thee for that gird, good Tranio.
HORTENSIO
Confess, confess, hath he not hit you here?
PETRUCHIO
A' has a little gall'd me, I confess;
And, as the jest did glance away from me,
'Tis ten to one it maim'd you two outright.
BAPTISTA
Now, in good sadness, son Petruchio,
I think thou hast the veriest shrew of all.
PETRUCHIO
Well, I say no: and therefore for assurance
Let's each one send unto his wife;
And he whose wife is most obedient
To come at first when he doth send for her,
Shall win the wager which we will propose.
HORTENSIO
Content. What is the wager?
LUCENTIO
Twenty crowns.
PETRUCHIO
Twenty crowns!
I'll venture so much of my hawk or hound,
But twenty times so much upon my wife.
LUCENTIO
A hundred then.
HORTENSIO
Content.
PETRUCHIO
A match! 'tis done.
HORTENSIO
Who shall begin?
LUCENTIO
That will I.
Go, Biondello, bid your mistress come to me.
BIONDELLO
I go.
Exit
BAPTISTA
Son, I'll be your half, Bianca comes.
LUCENTIO
I'll have no halves; I'll bear it all myself.
Re-enter BIONDELLO
How now! what news?
BIONDELLO
Sir, my mistress sends you word
That she is busy and she cannot come.
PETRUCHIO
How! she is busy and she cannot come!
Is that an answer?
GREMIO
Ay, and a kind one too:
Pray God, sir, your wife send you not a worse.
PETRUCHIO
I hope better.
HORTENSIO
Sirrah Biondello, go and entreat my wife
To come to me forthwith.
Exit BIONDELLO
PETRUCHIO
O, ho! entreat her!
Nay, then she must needs come.
HORTENSIO
I am afraid, sir,
Do what you can, yours will not be entreated.
Re-enter BIONDELLO
Now, where's my wife?
BIONDELLO
She says you have some goodly jest in hand:
She will not come: she bids you come to her.
PETRUCHIO
Worse and worse; she will not come! O vile,
Intolerable, not to be endured!
Sirrah Grumio, go to your mistress;
Say, I command her to come to me.
Exit GRUMIO
HORTENSIO
I know her answer.
PETRUCHIO
What?
HORTENSIO
She will not.
PETRUCHIO
The fouler fortune mine, and there an end.
BAPTISTA
Now, by my holidame, here comes Katharina!
Re-enter KATARINA
KATHARINA
What is your will, sir, that you send for me?
PETRUCHIO
Where is your sister, and Hortensio's wife?
KATHARINA
They sit conferring by the parlor fire.
PETRUCHIO
Go fetch them hither: if they deny to come.
Swinge me them soundly forth unto their husbands:
Away, I say, and bring them hither straight.
Exit KATHARINA
LUCENTIO
Here is a wonder, if you talk of a wonder.
HORTENSIO
And so it is: I wonder what it bodes.
PETRUCHIO
Marry, peace it bodes, and love and quiet life,
And awful rule and right supremacy;
And, to be short, what not, that's sweet and happy?
BAPTISTA
Now, fair befal thee, good Petruchio!
The wager thou hast won; and I will add
Unto their losses twenty thousand crowns;
Another dowry to another daughter,
For she is changed, as she had never been.
PETRUCHIO
Nay, I will win my wager better yet
And show more sign of her obedience,
Her new-built virtue and obedience.
See where she comes and brings your froward wives
As prisoners to her womanly persuasion.
Re-enter KATHARINA, with BIANCA and Widow
Katharina, that cap of yours becomes you not:
Off with that bauble, throw it under-foot.
Widow
Lord, let me never have a cause to sigh,
Till I be brought to such a silly pass!
BIANCA
Fie! what a foolish duty call you this?
LUCENTIO
I would your duty were as foolish too:
The wisdom of your duty, fair Bianca,
Hath cost me an hundred crowns since supper-time.
BIANCA
The more fool you, for laying on my duty.
PETRUCHIO
Katharina, I charge thee, tell these headstrong women
What duty they do owe their lords and husbands.
Widow
Come, come, you're mocking: we will have no telling.
PETRUCHIO
Come on, I say; and first begin with her.
Widow
She shall not.
PETRUCHIO
I say she shall: and first begin with her.
KATHARINA
Fie, fie! unknit that threatening unkind brow,
And dart not scornful glances from those eyes,
To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor:
It blots thy beauty as frosts do bite the meads,
Confounds thy fame as whirlwinds shake fair buds,
And in no sense is meet or amiable.
A woman moved is like a fountain troubled,
Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty;
And while it is so, none so dry or thirsty
Will deign to sip or touch one drop of it.
Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper,
Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee,
And for thy maintenance commits his body
To painful labour both by sea and land,
To watch the night in storms, the day in cold,
Whilst thou liest warm at home, secure and safe;
And craves no other tribute at thy hands
But love, fair looks and true obedience;
Too little payment for so great a debt.
Such duty as the subject owes the prince
Even such a woman oweth to her husband;
And when she is froward, peevish, sullen, sour,
And not obedient to his honest will,
What is she but a foul contending rebel
And graceless traitor to her loving lord?
I am ashamed that women are so simple
To offer war where they should kneel for peace;
Or seek for rule, supremacy and sway,
When they are bound to serve, love and obey.
Why are our bodies soft and weak and smooth,
Unapt to toil and trouble in the world,
But that our soft conditions and our hearts
Should well agree with our external parts?
Come, come, you froward and unable worms!
My mind hath been as big as one of yours,
My heart as great, my reason haply more,
To bandy word for word and frown for frown;
But now I see our lances are but straws,
Our strength as weak, our weakness past compare,
That seeming to be most which we indeed least are.
Then vail your stomachs, for it is no boot,
And place your hands below your husband's foot:
In token of which duty, if he please,
My hand is ready; may it do him ease.
PETRUCHIO
Why, there's a wench! Come on, and kiss me, Kate.
LUCENTIO
Well, go thy ways, old lad; for thou shalt ha't.
VINCENTIO
'Tis a good hearing when children are toward.
LUCENTIO
But a harsh hearing when women are froward.
PETRUCHIO
Come, Kate, we'll to bed.
We three are married, but you two are sped.
To LUCENTIO
'Twas I won the wager, though you hit the white;
And, being a winner, God give you good night!
Exeunt PETRUCHIO and KATHARINA
HORTENSIO
Now, go thy ways; thou hast tamed a curst shrew.
LUCENTIO
'Tis a wonder, by your leave, she will be tamed so.
Exeunt
I have a love of Shakespeare, somehow one day I fell into being able to 'read it'. A gift indeed I say a gift. The Taming of the Shrew has always delighted me for its at times playful nature. It always had a strong calling to me as well. Oh how I'd would have been the wild Katharina. I have always considered that part of myself thats stubborn and righteous within myself as my 'Katharina' complex. One I take still some sheer delight in and frankly I don't care if its a romantic view I value 'magic' in my life in whatever form it takes. I see a Ds aspect always in this story 'the brat', the 'Dominant'........laughs. Best movie ever made reflecting some joys I see/embrace/new discover in Ds relationships will always be Burton and Taylor in the roles of Petruchio and Katharina............smiles.
The Taming of the Shrew by William Shakespeare
Act 5, Scene II
SCENE II. Padua. LUCENTIO'S house.
Enter BAPTISTA, VINCENTIO, GREMIO, the Pedant, LUCENTIO, BIANCA, PETRUCHIO, KATHARINA, HORTENSIO, and Widow, TRANIO, BIONDELLO, and GRUMIO the Serving-men with Tranio bringing in a banquet
LUCENTIO
At last, though long, our jarring notes agree:
And time it is, when raging war is done,
To smile at scapes and perils overblown.
My fair Bianca, bid my father welcome,
While I with self-same kindness welcome thine.
Brother Petruchio, sister Katharina,
And thou, Hortensio, with thy loving widow,
Feast with the best, and welcome to my house:
My banquet is to close our stomachs up,
After our great good cheer. Pray you, sit down;
For now we sit to chat as well as eat.
PETRUCHIO
Nothing but sit and sit, and eat and eat!
BAPTISTA
Padua affords this kindness, son Petruchio.
PETRUCHIO
Padua affords nothing but what is kind.
HORTENSIO
For both our sakes, I would that word were true.
PETRUCHIO
Now, for my life, Hortensio fears his widow.
Widow
Then never trust me, if I be afeard.
PETRUCHIO
You are very sensible, and yet you miss my sense:
I mean, Hortensio is afeard of you.
Widow
He that is giddy thinks the world turns round.
PETRUCHIO
Roundly replied.
KATHARINA
Mistress, how mean you that?
Widow
Thus I conceive by him.
PETRUCHIO
Conceives by me! How likes Hortensio that?
HORTENSIO
My widow says, thus she conceives her tale.
PETRUCHIO
Very well mended. Kiss him for that, good widow.
KATHARINA
'He that is giddy thinks the world turns round:'
I pray you, tell me what you meant by that.
Widow
Your husband, being troubled with a shrew,
Measures my husband's sorrow by his woe:
And now you know my meaning,
KATHARINA
A very mean meaning.
Widow
Right, I mean you.
KATHARINA
And I am mean indeed, respecting you.
PETRUCHIO
To her, Kate!
HORTENSIO
To her, widow!
PETRUCHIO
A hundred marks, my Kate does put her down.
HORTENSIO
That's my office.
PETRUCHIO
Spoke like an officer; ha' to thee, lad!
Drinks to HORTENSIO
BAPTISTA
How likes Gremio these quick-witted folks?
GREMIO
Believe me, sir, they butt together well.
BIANCA
Head, and butt! an hasty-witted body
Would say your head and butt were head and horn.
VINCENTIO
Ay, mistress bride, hath that awaken'd you?
BIANCA
Ay, but not frighted me; therefore I'll sleep again.
PETRUCHIO
Nay, that you shall not: since you have begun,
Have at you for a bitter jest or two!
BIANCA
Am I your bird? I mean to shift my bush;
And then pursue me as you draw your bow.
You are welcome all.
Exeunt BIANCA, KATHARINA, and Widow
PETRUCHIO
She hath prevented me. Here, Signior Tranio.
This bird you aim'd at, though you hit her not;
Therefore a health to all that shot and miss'd.
TRANIO
O, sir, Lucentio slipp'd me like his greyhound,
Which runs himself and catches for his master.
PETRUCHIO
A good swift simile, but something currish.
TRANIO
'Tis well, sir, that you hunted for yourself:
'Tis thought your deer does hold you at a bay.
BAPTISTA
O ho, Petruchio! Tranio hits you now.
LUCENTIO
I thank thee for that gird, good Tranio.
HORTENSIO
Confess, confess, hath he not hit you here?
PETRUCHIO
A' has a little gall'd me, I confess;
And, as the jest did glance away from me,
'Tis ten to one it maim'd you two outright.
BAPTISTA
Now, in good sadness, son Petruchio,
I think thou hast the veriest shrew of all.
PETRUCHIO
Well, I say no: and therefore for assurance
Let's each one send unto his wife;
And he whose wife is most obedient
To come at first when he doth send for her,
Shall win the wager which we will propose.
HORTENSIO
Content. What is the wager?
LUCENTIO
Twenty crowns.
PETRUCHIO
Twenty crowns!
I'll venture so much of my hawk or hound,
But twenty times so much upon my wife.
LUCENTIO
A hundred then.
HORTENSIO
Content.
PETRUCHIO
A match! 'tis done.
HORTENSIO
Who shall begin?
LUCENTIO
That will I.
Go, Biondello, bid your mistress come to me.
BIONDELLO
I go.
Exit
BAPTISTA
Son, I'll be your half, Bianca comes.
LUCENTIO
I'll have no halves; I'll bear it all myself.
Re-enter BIONDELLO
How now! what news?
BIONDELLO
Sir, my mistress sends you word
That she is busy and she cannot come.
PETRUCHIO
How! she is busy and she cannot come!
Is that an answer?
GREMIO
Ay, and a kind one too:
Pray God, sir, your wife send you not a worse.
PETRUCHIO
I hope better.
HORTENSIO
Sirrah Biondello, go and entreat my wife
To come to me forthwith.
Exit BIONDELLO
PETRUCHIO
O, ho! entreat her!
Nay, then she must needs come.
HORTENSIO
I am afraid, sir,
Do what you can, yours will not be entreated.
Re-enter BIONDELLO
Now, where's my wife?
BIONDELLO
She says you have some goodly jest in hand:
She will not come: she bids you come to her.
PETRUCHIO
Worse and worse; she will not come! O vile,
Intolerable, not to be endured!
Sirrah Grumio, go to your mistress;
Say, I command her to come to me.
Exit GRUMIO
HORTENSIO
I know her answer.
PETRUCHIO
What?
HORTENSIO
She will not.
PETRUCHIO
The fouler fortune mine, and there an end.
BAPTISTA
Now, by my holidame, here comes Katharina!
Re-enter KATARINA
KATHARINA
What is your will, sir, that you send for me?
PETRUCHIO
Where is your sister, and Hortensio's wife?
KATHARINA
They sit conferring by the parlor fire.
PETRUCHIO
Go fetch them hither: if they deny to come.
Swinge me them soundly forth unto their husbands:
Away, I say, and bring them hither straight.
Exit KATHARINA
LUCENTIO
Here is a wonder, if you talk of a wonder.
HORTENSIO
And so it is: I wonder what it bodes.
PETRUCHIO
Marry, peace it bodes, and love and quiet life,
And awful rule and right supremacy;
And, to be short, what not, that's sweet and happy?
BAPTISTA
Now, fair befal thee, good Petruchio!
The wager thou hast won; and I will add
Unto their losses twenty thousand crowns;
Another dowry to another daughter,
For she is changed, as she had never been.
PETRUCHIO
Nay, I will win my wager better yet
And show more sign of her obedience,
Her new-built virtue and obedience.
See where she comes and brings your froward wives
As prisoners to her womanly persuasion.
Re-enter KATHARINA, with BIANCA and Widow
Katharina, that cap of yours becomes you not:
Off with that bauble, throw it under-foot.
Widow
Lord, let me never have a cause to sigh,
Till I be brought to such a silly pass!
BIANCA
Fie! what a foolish duty call you this?
LUCENTIO
I would your duty were as foolish too:
The wisdom of your duty, fair Bianca,
Hath cost me an hundred crowns since supper-time.
BIANCA
The more fool you, for laying on my duty.
PETRUCHIO
Katharina, I charge thee, tell these headstrong women
What duty they do owe their lords and husbands.
Widow
Come, come, you're mocking: we will have no telling.
PETRUCHIO
Come on, I say; and first begin with her.
Widow
She shall not.
PETRUCHIO
I say she shall: and first begin with her.
KATHARINA
Fie, fie! unknit that threatening unkind brow,
And dart not scornful glances from those eyes,
To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor:
It blots thy beauty as frosts do bite the meads,
Confounds thy fame as whirlwinds shake fair buds,
And in no sense is meet or amiable.
A woman moved is like a fountain troubled,
Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty;
And while it is so, none so dry or thirsty
Will deign to sip or touch one drop of it.
Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper,
Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee,
And for thy maintenance commits his body
To painful labour both by sea and land,
To watch the night in storms, the day in cold,
Whilst thou liest warm at home, secure and safe;
And craves no other tribute at thy hands
But love, fair looks and true obedience;
Too little payment for so great a debt.
Such duty as the subject owes the prince
Even such a woman oweth to her husband;
And when she is froward, peevish, sullen, sour,
And not obedient to his honest will,
What is she but a foul contending rebel
And graceless traitor to her loving lord?
I am ashamed that women are so simple
To offer war where they should kneel for peace;
Or seek for rule, supremacy and sway,
When they are bound to serve, love and obey.
Why are our bodies soft and weak and smooth,
Unapt to toil and trouble in the world,
But that our soft conditions and our hearts
Should well agree with our external parts?
Come, come, you froward and unable worms!
My mind hath been as big as one of yours,
My heart as great, my reason haply more,
To bandy word for word and frown for frown;
But now I see our lances are but straws,
Our strength as weak, our weakness past compare,
That seeming to be most which we indeed least are.
Then vail your stomachs, for it is no boot,
And place your hands below your husband's foot:
In token of which duty, if he please,
My hand is ready; may it do him ease.
PETRUCHIO
Why, there's a wench! Come on, and kiss me, Kate.
LUCENTIO
Well, go thy ways, old lad; for thou shalt ha't.
VINCENTIO
'Tis a good hearing when children are toward.
LUCENTIO
But a harsh hearing when women are froward.
PETRUCHIO
Come, Kate, we'll to bed.
We three are married, but you two are sped.
To LUCENTIO
'Twas I won the wager, though you hit the white;
And, being a winner, God give you good night!
Exeunt PETRUCHIO and KATHARINA
HORTENSIO
Now, go thy ways; thou hast tamed a curst shrew.
LUCENTIO
'Tis a wonder, by your leave, she will be tamed so.
Exeunt
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~ smiling like a cat that just drank the cream ~
no pun intended but there is one in there
~winks~
no pun intended but there is one in there
~winks~
I have decided to set myself a task this week ............smiles. I am a little overdue in that department ...........so I have decided to learn Katharina's speech towards the end of that scene by heart ~ another pun perhaps ~ word for word by this time next week. A gift for myself.............smiles .....Ah what a revelation to the World of BDSM that will be .........not.
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Salvor-Hardon
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I got to direct that play in college with a girl as Katarina who had a fiery sub streak in her a mile wide. It was a blast to see her embrace the ideas there.
if it helps at all with the memorization, the costume we used for that production was a black tank top, leather miniskirt, fishnet heels and 3 inch ankle boots
if it helps at all with the memorization, the costume we used for that production was a black tank top, leather miniskirt, fishnet heels and 3 inch ankle boots
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@}-}rebecca---- said:
Memorizing favorite long passages does give one a little thrill. It's a completely show-off kind of thing and I love it anyway.
I was in a bizarre concept piece in college mixing Hamlet and theories of Japanese Noh theater and lord knows what else and when the time came for the soliloquy everyone on stage recited it at the same time in multiple languages. Only the actor playing Hamlet recited it in English. We had German, French, Spanish, Korean, Russian and American Sign Language all going at the same time and I drew the lucky straw of being the worser of the French speakers and not remembering enough of my Latin to do a proper translation --- we were out of languages. I wised-off and said "That's alright, I'll just do it backwards," and being experiemental college theater somebody thought that was a GREAT idea.
Me and my big mouth.
It's only good as a party trick now, but it still gives me a thrill that I can do it. It's a completely un-actor-y skill. I mean, all actors memorize things. That's just a basic tool. There's no sense in the words when they're backwards, no "acting" required other than to pretend you're making sense and have a really important point. I only ran into a hiccup one night. There I am reciting this frantic piece of nonsense about 8 feet from the front row of seats, lights are full up in the house and we're all directly addressing the audience when I hear a guy say "Fuck, dude, she's doing it backwards!"
I almost broke I was so thrilled that he got it. As it was he pulled my focus and I see these two soldiers in the audience. I have no idea why they were there, in fatigues, no less. It seemed every bit as bizarre as what we were doing on stage. I ended up drilling the rest of the monologue right at him because I was so distracted at that point I kind of latched onto him as a focus. He was impressed and therefore I wasn't going to lose it on stage --- I was damn well going to deliver but he was going to help me.
Total fucking rush.
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I so love that feeling. But backwards, damn, that's good.
Maybe I'll join you, Rebecca; I just don't know what I'd memorize. Hmmm.
(I used to know a boy in high school who, given very little provocation, would drop to his knees at your feet, take your hand, and rattle off assorted snippets of Romeo's speeches... and he did them VERY well. It was adorable, and if he wasn't four years younger than me, would probably have earned him more than just a few giggles.
)
But backwards, damn, that's good. Maybe I'll join you, Rebecca; I just don't know what I'd memorize. Hmmm.
(I used to know a boy in high school who, given very little provocation, would drop to his knees at your feet, take your hand, and rattle off assorted snippets of Romeo's speeches... and he did them VERY well. It was adorable, and if he wasn't four years younger than me, would probably have earned him more than just a few giggles.
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Ooh!! I know, I been meaning to memorize Jabberwocky for ages and have never gotten around to it. That's a great one. I only know the opening lines by heart:
Twas brillig and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe
All mimsy were the borogoves
And the mome raths outgabe
How could anyone not love this poem? It's so much fun to say "fruminous Bandersnatch" and "Oh frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
This is good for at least a half hour of marching around the living room and pretend sword fighting and hopping on furniture.
Time to take my inner five year old to the park, methinks.
Jabberwocky!
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Twas brillig and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe
All mimsy were the borogoves
And the mome raths outgabe
How could anyone not love this poem? It's so much fun to say "fruminous Bandersnatch" and "Oh frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
This is good for at least a half hour of marching around the living room and pretend sword fighting and hopping on furniture.
Time to take my inner five year old to the park, methinks.
Jabberwocky!
-B
Salvor-Hardon
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We need to get like kinkster name tags or gang signs or something so we can tell who's who any more.
I really hope Robin Meade from CNN Headline news in the morning is a kinkster.
She'd look so good in leather. and fuzzy nose and glasses, the ultimate fetish gear
I really hope Robin Meade from CNN Headline news in the morning is a kinkster.
She'd look so good in leather. and fuzzy nose and glasses, the ultimate fetish gear
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Salvor-Hardon said:if it helps at all with the memorization, the costume we used for that production was a black tank top, leather miniskirt, fishnet heels and 3 inch ankle boots
hmmmn so the above attire may assist with my ability to memorize huh.........perhaps the altitude I imagine from the boots and there was I foolishly thinking something more wenchy and barefoot ............lol.....makes note.........thanks Salvor
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bridgeburner said:
Oh Miss Bridge I can see it. SUPERB I say SUPERB. How cool are those moments .............smiles . Great Story thank you , thank you , thank you.
