The Taming of the Shrew quotes

A pair of stocks, you rogue!

Ye are a baggage: the Slys are no rogues; look in the chronicles; we came in with Richard Conqueror.

Therefore paucas pallabris; let the world slide: sessa!

Ask Marian Hacket, the fat ale-wife of Wincot, if she know me not: if she say I am not fourteen pence on the score for sheer ale, score me up for the lyingest knave in Christendom. What! I am not bestraught: here’s—

O, this it is that makes your lady mourn!

O, this is it that makes your servants droop!

Or Daphne roaming through a thorny wood, Scratching her legs that one shall swear she bleeds, And at that sight shall sad Apollo weep, So workmanly the blood and tears are drawn.

Thou art a lord and nothing but a lord:

Thou hast a lady far more beautiful Than any woman in this waning age.

Balk logic with acquaintance that you have And practise rhetoric in your common talk; Music and poesy use to quicken you; The mathematics and the metaphysics, Fall to them as you find your stomach serves you;

No profit grows where is no pleasure ta’en:

In brief, sir, study what you most affect.

And me too, good Lord!

Hush, master! here’s some good pastime toward: That wench is stark mad or wonderful froward.

But in the other’s silence do I see Maid’s mild behaviour and sobriety. Peace, Tranio!

I cannot tell; but I had as lief take her dowry with this condition, to be whipped at the high cross every morning.

Faith, as you say, there’s small choice in rotten apples.

But come; since this bar in law makes us friends, it shall be so far forth friendly maintained all by helping Baptista’s eldest daughter to a husband we set his youngest free for a husband, and then have to’t afresh. Sweet Bianca!

Have I not in a pitched battle heard Loud ’larums, neighing steeds, and trumpets’ clang? And do you tell me of a woman’s tongue, That gives not half so great a blow to hear As will a chestnut in a farmer’s fire?

Tush, tush! fear boys with bugs.

Hortensio, hark: This gentleman is happily arrived, My mind presumes, for his own good and ours.

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 puff’d up with winds Rage like an angry boar chafed with sweat? Have I not heard great ordnance in the field, And heaven’s artillery thunder in the skies?

And there I stood amazed for a while, As on a pillory, looking through the lute: While she did call me rascal fiddler And twangling Jack; with twenty such vile terms, As had she studied to misuse me so.

Now, by the world, it is a lusty wench; I love her ten times more than e’er I did:

O, how I long to have some chat with her!

Thou hast hit it: come, sit on me.

Asses are made to bear, and so are you.

Women are made to bear, and so are you.

Asses are made to bear, and so are you.

Women are made to bear, and so are you.

No such jade as you, if me you mean.

Come, come, you wasp; i’ faith, you are too angry.

If I be waspish, best beware my sting.

My remedy is then, to pluck it out.

And, will you, nill you, I will marry you. Now, Kate, I am a husband for your turn; For, by this light, whereby I see thy beauty, Thy beauty, that doth make me like thee well, Thou must be married to no man but me;

For I am he am born to tame you Kate,

And bring you from a wild Kate to a Kate Conformable as other household Kates. Here comes your father: never make denial; I must and will have Katharina to my wife.

No shame but mine: I must, forsooth, be forced To give my hand opposed against my heart Unto a mad-brain rudesby full of spleen;

Who woo’d in haste and means to wed at leisure.

I told you, I, he was a frantic fool, Hiding his bitter jests in blunt behaviour: And, to be noted for a merry man, He’ll woo a thousand, ’point the day of marriage, Make feasts, invite friends, and proclaim the banns;

This done, he took the bride about the neck And kiss’d her lips with such a clamorous smack That at the parting all the church did echo: And I seeing this came thence for very shame; And after me, I know, the rout is coming.

Such a mad marriage never was before:

Hark, hark! I hear the minstrels play. Music.

Gentlemen, forward to the bridal dinner:

I see a woman may be made a fool, If she had not a spirit to resist.

They shall go forward, Kate, at thy command. Obey the bride, you that attend on her; Go to the feast, revel and domineer, Carouse full measure to her maidenhead, Be mad and merry, or go hang yourselves:

Go to the feast, revel and domineer, Carouse full measure to her maidenhead, Be mad and merry, or go hang yourselves: But for my bonny Kate, she must with me. Nay, look not big, nor stamp, nor stare, nor fret;

I will be master of what is mine own:

She is my goods, my chattels; she is my house, My household stuff, my field, my barn, My horse, my ox, my ass, my any thing; And here she stands, touch her whoever dare;

But for my bonny Kate, she must with me. Nay, look not big, nor stamp, nor stare, nor fret; I will be master of what is mine own:

She is my goods, my chattels; she is my house,

My household stuff, my field, my barn, My horse, my ox, my ass, my any thing; And here she stands, touch her whoever dare; I’ll bring mine action on the proudest he That stops my way in Padua.

Ay, and amid this hurly I intend That all is done in reverend care of her; And in conclusion she shall watch all night: And if she chance to nod I’ll rail and brawl And with the clamour keep her still awake.

This is a way to kill a wife with kindness;

And thus I’ll curb her mad and headstrong humour. He that knows better how to tame a shrew, Now let him speak: ’tis charity to show. Exit.

And in conclusion she shall watch all night: And if she chance to nod I’ll rail and brawl And with the clamour keep her still awake. This is a way to kill a wife with kindness; And thus I’ll curb her mad and headstrong humour.

He that knows better how to tame a shrew, Now let him speak: ’tis charity to show.

Exit.

Why, thou say’st true; it is a paltry cap, A custard-coffin, a bauble, a silken pie: I love thee well, in that thou likest it not.

Love me or love me not, I like the cap;

And it I will have, or I will have none. Exit Haberdasher.

Well, come, my Kate; we will unto your father’s Even in these honest mean habiliments: Our purses shall be proud, our garments poor;

For ’tis the mind that makes the body rich;

And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds, So honour peereth in the meanest habit. What is the jay more precious than the lark, Because his fathers are more beautiful?

Aside.

Why, so this gallant will command the sun.

Exeunt.

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 named, even that it is; And so it shall be so for Katharine.

Cambio is changed into Lucentio.

Love wrought these miracles. Bianca’s love

Made me exchange my state with Tranio, While he did bear my countenance in the town; And happily I have arrived at the last Unto the wished haven of my bliss. What Tranio did, myself enforced him to;

Is not this well? Come, my sweet Kate:

Better once than never, for never too late.

Exeunt.

You are very sensible, and yet you miss my sense: I mean, Hortensio is afeard of you.

He that is giddy thinks the world turns round.

Mistress, how mean you that?

Now, fair befall thee, good Petruchio! The wager thou hast won; and I will add Unto their losses twenty thousand crowns; Another dowry to another daughter,

For she is changed, as she had never been.

Nay, I will win my wager better yet And show more sign of her obedience, Her new-built virtue and obedience. See where she comes and brings your froward wives As prisoners to her womanly persuasion.