Taming of the Shrew Quotes

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. – Petruchio

And bring you from a wild Kate to a Kate Conformable as other household Kates. – Petruchio

For I am born to tame you, Kate, And bring you from a wild Kate to a Kate Conformable as other household Kates. – Petruchio

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. – Petruchio

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. Another way I have to man my haggard, To make her come and know her keeper’s call. – Petruchio

Thus have I politicly begun my reign, And ’tis my hope to end successfully. – Petruchio

Such duty as a subject owes the prince, Even such a woman oweth to her husband. – Petruchio

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. – Petruchio

Say that she rail, why then I’ll tell her plain, She sings as sweetly as a nightingale. – Petruchio

What, with my tongue in your tail? – Katherine

Taming of the Shrew Quotes part 2

But who shall bell the cat? – Grumio

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. – Petruchio

Oh, he but only quits with ingratitude My good desert with my inability! – Petruchio

Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper. – Petruchio

Come, come, you froward and unable worms! – Petruchio

I am ashamed that women are so simple To offer war where they should kneel for peace; Or seek for rule, supremacy, and sway, When they are bound to serve, love, and obey. – Katherine

Were they not quickly married? – Cicely

And be it moon, or sun, or what you please: And if you please to call it a rush-candle, Henceforth I vow it shall be so for me. – Petruchio

My remedy is then to pluck it out. – Petruchio

He that is giddy thinks the world turns round. – Petruchio

And where two raging fires meet together They do consume the thing that feeds their fury. – Petruchio

There is a devil haunts thee in the likeness of a fat old man. – Katherine

Patience, I pray you; ’twas a fault unwilling. – Petruchio

Why, sir, I trust I may have leave to speak, and speak I will. I am no child, no babe. – Katherine

If I be waspish, then, beware my sting. – Katherine

A pretty pet! It is best Put finger in the eye, an she knew why. – Katherine

Thou movest no less with thy complaining than thy wife. – Tranio

As blows the wind in the face of fools. – Grumio

I will consort him till he be tamed. – Petruchio

And she is mine, and all my right of her I do estate unto Demetrius. – Petruchio

‘There’s small choice in rotten apples. – Petruchio

But now ‘tis odds beyond arithmetic, And manhood is call’d foolery when it stands Against a falling fabric. – Petruchio

I am as peremptory as she proud-minded; And where two raging fires meet together, They do consume the thing that feeds their fury – Petruchio

Thou’rt nothing but a label, an old story. – Katherine

She hath ta’en the infection: hold it up. – Petruchio

Good Lord, how bright and goodly shines the moon! – Petruchio

Thus in plain terms: your father hath consented That you shall be my wife, your dowry ’greed on. And, will you, ’nill you, I will marry you. – Petruchio

Go, fool, and whom thou keep’st command. – Petruchio

Small things make base men proud. – Katharine

I never knew a bird of any kind familiar with a man. – Petruchio

Why, that is nothing; for I tell you, father, I am as peremptory as she proud-minded; And where two raging fires meet together, they do consume the thing that feeds their fury: Though little fire grows great with little wind, Yet extreme gusts will blow out fire and all: – Petruchio

I will not be gone a moment. – Petruchio

Twas told me you were rough and coy and sullen, And now I find report a very liar; For thou are pleasant, gamesome, passing courteous, But slow in speech, yet sweet as spring-time flowers – Petruchio

What cannot be preserved when fortune takes, Patience her injury a mockery makes. – Katherine

Women are jealous of such pettiness. – Tranio