But sun it is not, when you say it is not;
And the moon changes even as your mind.
What you will have it named, even that it is;
And so it shall be so for Katharine.
Hor. Petruchio, go thy ways; the field is won.
Since I have never read this before I am sad that Katharine has given in so gracefully. Mind you, not being allowed to sleep properly, eat properly, discuss anything logically would break anyone's will. This is a neat lesson in breaking down techniques. Even a dangerous journey and strange clothes have been used here too.
I will have to read on.....I just read a little chunk at a time as it is dense. Has this time at home with H had such an effect on my mind that I can now read Shakespeare and get it? Yes!