The Taming of the Shrew

"Why came I hither but to that intent? Think you a little din can daunt mine ears? Have I not in my time heard lions roar? Have I not heard the sea, puffd up with winds, Rage like an angry boar chafed with sweat? Have I not heard great ordnance in the field, And heavens artillery thunder in the skies? Have I not in a pitched battle heard Loud larums, neighing steeds, and trumpets clang? And do you tell me of a womans tongue, That gives not half so great a blow to hear As will a chestnut in a farmers fire? Tush, tush! fear boys with bugs.!"

"There’s small choice in rotten apples."

"Stephen Sly, and old John Naps of Greece, And Peter Turf, and Henry Pimpernell, And twenty more such names and men as these Which never were, nor no man ever saw."

"Look in the chronicles; we came in with Richard Conqueror."

"Nothing comes amiss, so money comes withal."

"No profit grows where is no pleasure ta’en; In brief, sir, study what you most affect."

"Do as adversaries do in law, — Strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends."

"Ill attend her here, And woo her with some spirit when she comes. Say that she rail, why then Ill tell her plain She sings as sweetly as a nightingale. Say that she frown, Ill say she looks as clear As morning roses newly washd with dew. Say she be mute and will not speak a word, Then Ill commend her volubility, And say she uttereth piercing eloquence. If she do bid me pack, Ill give her thanks, As though she bid me stay by her a week. If she deny to wed, Ill crave the day When I shall ask the banns, and when be married."

"Old fashions please me best; I am not so nice To change true rules for odd inventions."

"She is your treasure, she must have a husband; I must dance barefoot on her wedding day And for your love to her lead apes in hell."

"What, is the jay more precious than the lark, Because his feathers are more beautiful?"

"Twas told me you were rough, and coy, and sullen, And now I find report a very liar; For thou art pleasant, gamesome, passing courteous, But slow in speech, yet sweet as spring-time flowers. Thou canst not frown, thou canst not look askance, Nor bite the lip, as angry wenches will; Nor hast thou pleasure to be cross in talk; But thou with mildness entertainst thy wooers; With gentle conference, soft and affable. Why does the world report that Kate doth limp? O slanderous world! Kate, like the hazel-twig Is straight and slender, and as brown in hue As hazel-nuts, and sweeter than the kernels. O! let me see thee walk: thou dost not halt."