Taming of the Shrew

Petruchio

O slow-winged turtle, shall a buzzard take thee?    

Katherina

Ay, for a turtle, as he takes a buzzard.

Petruchio

Come, come, you wasp, i' faith, you are too angry.

Petruchio

Who knows not where a wasp does wear his sting —
In his tail.    

Katherina

In his tongue.    

Petruchio

Whose tongue?

Katherina

Yours, if you talk of tales, and so farewell.    

Petruchio

Who knows not where a wasp does wear his sting —
In his tail.    

Katherina

In his tongue.    

Petruchio

Whose tongue?

Katherina

Yours, if you talk of tales, and so farewell.    

Petruchio

What, with my tongue in your tail! Nay, come again,
Good Kate, I am a gentleman.

Katherina

So may you lose your arms.     
If you strike me, you are no gentleman,
And if no gentleman, why then no arms.    

Petruchio

A herald, Kate? O, put me in thy books!

Baptista

Say, Signor Gremio, what can you assure her?

Gremio

First, as you know, my house within the city
Is richly furnishèd with plate and gold,
Basins and ewers to lave her dainty hands, 
My hangings all of Tyrian tapestry.
In ivory coffers I have stuff'd my crowns,
In cypress chests my arras counterpoints,
Costly apparel, tents, and canopies,    
Fine linen, Turkey cushions boss'd with pearl,    
Valance of Venice gold in needlework,            
Pewter and brass, and all things that belong
To house or housekeeping. Then, at my farm
I have a hundred milch-kine to the pail,    
Six-score fat oxen standing in my stalls,    
And all things answerable to this portion.    
Myself am struck in years, I must confess;    
And if I die tomorrow, this is hers,
If, whilst I live, she will be only mine.

Baptista

Faith, gentlemen, now I play a merchant's part,
And venture madly on a desperate mart.    

Tranio

'Twas a commodity lay fretting by you;
'Twill bring you gain, or perish on the seas.

Baptista

The gain I seek is quiet in the match.    

Gremio

No doubt but he hath got a quiet catch.

Gremio

Was ever match clapped up so suddenly?    

Baptista

Faith, gentlemen, now I play a merchant's part,
And venture madly on a desperate mart.    

Tranio

'Twas a commodity lay fretting by you;
'Twill bring you gain, or perish on the seas.

Petruchio

Father, 'tis thus. Yourself and all the world
That talked of her have talked amiss of her.    
If she be curst, it is for policy,    
For she's not froward, but modest as the dove;    
She is not hot, but temperate as the morn;    
For patience she will prove a second Grissel,
And Roman Lucrece for her chastity;
And to conclude, we have 'greed so well together,
That upon Sunday is the wedding-day.

Katherina

I'll see thee hanged on Sunday first.

Petruchio

Did ever Dian so become a grove    
As Kate this chamber with her princely gait?    
O, be thou Dian, and let her be Kate;
And then let Kate be chaste and Dian sportful.           

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