The Banquet chords by Nino Rota
Verse 1
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Nothing but sit an
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d sit and eat and eat.
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Padua affords this kindness,
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son Petruchio.
Padua affords nothing but what is kind.
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For both our sakes,
I would that word were true.
In faith, Hortensio feels the fear of his widow.
I am not afeard.
I mean, Hortensio is afeard of
you.
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Your husband being troubled
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with a shrew
measures my husband's
trouble by his own.
And now you know my meaning.
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A very mean meaning.
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Right. I mean you.
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To her, To her, widow.
A hundred crowns my Kate will lay her
flat.
That's my office.
By your leave, my lords,
the ladies would withdraw.
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Bianca?
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Marry Petruchio,
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I begin to wonder
if thou hast wed
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the veryest shrew of all.
I say no. and therefore for assurance
lets each one send unto his wife
and he whose wife is most obedient to come the moment deeth send for her shall
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win the wager which we will propose content what was the wager
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200 crowns
200 crowns
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I'll venture so much on my hawk
and hound
but 20 times so much upon my wife
so be it 4 ,000 crowns.
Content? Content.
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Who shall begin?
That will I. Biondello.
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Go, Biondello, bid your mistress come to me.
I will share half your stake,
Bianca comes.
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I'll have no halves.
I'll bear it all myself.
Now, what news?
Sir, my mistress sends you
word
that she is busy, and she cannot come.
Oh, she is busy and she cannot come,
is that an answer?
Aye, and a kind one too.
Pray God, sir,
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your wife send you not a worse.
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I hope for better.
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Sirrah, Sirrah, Biondello,
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go and entreat my wife
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to come to me forthwith.
Oh, entreat her?
Then she needs must come.
I'm afraid, sir, do what you can.
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Yours will not be entreated.
Where is my wife?
She will not come.
She bids you come to her.
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Worse and worse, she will not come,
O vile, intolerable,
not to be endured.
Grumio, go to thy mistress.
Say I command her to come to me.
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I know her answer.
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What? She will not come.
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Nay, sister!
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See where she comes!
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Oh, come, come,
you're mocking me. nay, I will not!
Oh! Fie, fie!
Annet 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 frost do bite the mead,
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,
while thou liest warm at home,
secure and safe.
If he craves no other tribute
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at thy hands but love,
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Fair looks, and true obedience,
Too little payment for so great a debt.
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Such duty the subject owes the prince,
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Even such a woman
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oweth to her husband.
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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
when they should kneel for peace,
or seek for rule, supremacy,
and sway,
when they are bound to serve,
love, and obey.
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Why are our bodies soft, and weak,
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and smooth, unapt to toil and trouble in the world,
but that our soft conditions in our hearts
should well agree
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with our external parts.
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Come, brawl with unable worms.
Come. My mind hath been as
big as one of yours.
My heart is great,
my reason happy more
to bandy word for word
and frown for frown.
But now I see our lances are but straws.
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Come, and place your hands
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below your husband's foot,
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in token of which duty, if he please.
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My hand is ready.
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May it do him ease.
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Why, there's a wench.
Come on and kiss me,
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Kate.
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I won the battle
you have yet to fight
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and being a winner
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God give you good night
You
The Banquet
Nino Rota
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