Petruchio

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The Character of Petruchio

In the Play, The Taming of the Shrew, written by William Shakespeare, Petruchio is from Verona with a very rude and mean behaviour. He eventually becomes Katherine’s wife. Although Petruchio appears reckless in his behaviour as well as attire his behaviour is in fact well planned and intended to mirror Katherine’s shrewdness and in the end tame her.

Petruchio’s behaviour appears reckless because he wants Kate to realize how bad her behaviour is so she can be a better person. He starts by arriving late at his own wedding so she can learn to be patient (p.162, line 10 “ No shame but mine. I must forsooth, be forced, To give my hand, opposed against my heart, Unto a mad-brain rudesby, full of sleep, Who wooed in haste and means to wed at leisure” This is where Kate complains to her father that Petruchio has no intention of marrying her. Petruchio then refuses to stay for the wedding reception and he demands that his bride leaves early with him. He doesn’t want Kate to enjoy her wedding day (p.174 line 210) “Nay, look not big, nor stamp, nor stare, nor fret;

I will be master of what is mine own,
She is my goods, my chattels; she is my house,
My household stuff, my field, my barn,
My horse, my ox, my ass, my anything.
And here she stands, touch her whoever dare.”
Petruchio’s behaviour does appear rude but he just wants Katherine’s to change.

Petruchio’s behaviour is well planned and intended to mirror Katherine’s shrewdness because he wants her to change without her knowing what Petruchio’s plan is. He explains that he will tame Katherine as a falconer trains a hawk; through starvation and sleep deprivation. He starts by yelling at the servants and preventing her from eating by insisting that the dishes are not good enough for her (p.184, line 150) “ Tis burnt and so is all meat…” He then offers Kate presents of dresses and jewellery, only to return them saying that they weren’t good enough (p.197 line 66) “… why,’ tis a...
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