I recently got the role of katherine in taming of the shrew. I can tackle the rest of the script but this monologue makes no sense to me. Can anyone give me a line by line/section by section translation of this???Fie, fie, unknit that threat'ning 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
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