Taming Of The Shrew Quotes

He kills her in her own humor.

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

We will have rings and things and fine array

She moves me not, or not removes at least affection's edge in me.

Tis the mind that makes the body rich.

The poorest service is repaid with thanks.

Is it possible that love should of a sudden take such a hold?

I am asham'd that women are so simple To offer war where they should kneel for peace.

Nothing comes amiss, so money comes withal.

This is a way to kill a wife with kindness.

Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks, Shall win my love.

Why, there's a wench! Come on, and kiss me, Kate.

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.

Who wooed in haste, and means to wed at leisure.

Sit by my side, and let the world slip: we shall ne'er be younger.

He that is giddy thinks the world turns round.

And where two raging fires meet together, they do consume the thing that feeds their fury.

What: is the jay more precious than the lark because his feathers are more beautiful?

Petruchio: Come, come, you wasp; i' faith, you are too angry. Katherine: If I be waspish, best beware my sting. Petruchio: My remedy is then, to pluck it out. Katherine: Ay, if the fool could find where it lies. Petruchio: Who knows not where a wasp does wear his sting? In his tail. Katherine: In his tongue. Petruchio: Whose tongue? Katherine: Yours, if you talk of tails: and so farewell. Petruchio: What, with my tongue in your tail? Nay, come again, Good Kate; I am a gentleman.

My falcon now is sharp and passing empty, and till she stoop she must not be full-gorged, for then she never looks upon her lure.

When I did Taming of the Shrew, I was very tired, and I decided to have a holiday and make a documentary.

I'll say she looks as clear as morning roses newly washed with dew.

In brief, sir, study what you most affect.

Truthfully speaking, women are dangerous, even those who aren't feminists, because there has always been a women's revolt. Only it has usually translated itself into solitary, individualist, disagreeable manifestations - the whole history of the taming of the shrew, the woman-shrew. They weren't shrews without cause.

Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee, And for thy maintenance commits his body To painful labour both by sea and land, To watch the night in storms, the day in cold, Whilst thou liest warm at home, secure and safe; And craves no other tribute at thy hands But love, fair looks and true obedience; Too little payment for so great a debt.

You lie, in faith; for you are call'd plain Kate, And bonny Kate and sometimes Kate the curst; But Kate, the prettiest Kate in Christendom Kate of Kate Hall, my super-dainty Kate, For dainties are all Kates, and therefore, Kate, Take this of me, Kate of my consolation; Hearing thy mildness praised in every town, Thy virtues spoke of, and thy beauty sounded, Yet not so deeply as to thee belongs, Myself am moved to woo thee for my wife.

It is the mind that makes the body rich; and as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds, so honor peereth in the meanest habit.

A woman moved is like a fountain troubled, Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty.

Think you a little din can daunt mine ears? Have I not in my time heard lions roar? Have I not heard the sea, puffed up with winds, Rage like an angry boar chafed with sweat? Have I not heard great ordinance in the field, And Heaven's 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 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. Grumio: For he fears none.

There's small choice in rotten apples.

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

Say she rail; why, I'll tell her plain She sings as sweetly as a nightingale. Say that she frown; I'll say she looks as clear As morning roses newly wash'd with dew. Say she be mute and will not speak a word; Then I'll commend her volubility, and say she uttereth piercing eloquence.

My tongue will tell the anger of my heart, or else my heart concealing it will break.

Why are our bodies soft, and weak, and smooth But that our soft conditions and our hearts Should well agree with our external parts?

And do as adversaries do in law, strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends.

Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?

All's well that ends well.

All is well that ends well