The Taming of the Press. By William Shakespeare.
Enter PETRUCHIO, KATHERINA, HORTENSIO, and SERVANTS
PETRUCHIO. Come on, a God’s name; once more toward our father’s.
Good Lord, how bright and goodly shines the moon!
KATHERINA. The moon? The sun! It is not moonlight now.
PETRUCHIO. I say it is the moon that shines so bright.
KATHERINA. I know it is the sun that shines so bright.
PETRUCHIO. Now by my mother’s son, and that’s myself,
It shall be moon, or star, or what I list,
Or ere I journey to your father’s house.
Go on and fetch our horses back again.
Evermore cross’d and cross’d; nothing but cross’d!
HORTENSIO. Say as he says, or we shall never go.
KATHERINA. Forward, I pray, since we have come so far,
And be it moon, or sun, or what you please;
And if you please to call it a rush-candle,
Henceforth I vow it shall be so for me.
PETRUCHIO. I say it is the moon.
KATHERINA. I know it is the moon.
PETRUCHIO. Nay, then you lie; it is the blessed sun.
KATHERINA. Then, God be bless’d, it is the blessed sun;
But sun it is not, when you say it is not;
And the moon changes even as your mind.
What you will have it nam’d, even that it is,
And so it shall be so for Katherine.
PETRUCHIO. And Donald Trump’s inauguration crowd
Was larger far than any seen before.
And clam’rous women never teemed the strand
To protest Donald’s vast and potent hand.
KATHERINA. What’ever thou sayest, be it so, for we
Are wearied by this world of truth and facts.
Henceforth, when Donald’s emissaries speak,
Forsooth, we shut our eyes and wits withal.
For whatso-er our ruler’s edict be,
‘Tis ours to listen, smile, and then agree.