Taming of the Shrew Quotes

“He kills her in her own humor.”

“My tongue will tell the anger of my heart, Or else my heart, concealing it, will break.”

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

“There’s small choice in rotten apples.”

“If I be waspish, best beware my sting.”

“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 labor, both by sea and land; To watch the night in storms, the day in cold.”

“I am asham’d 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. Why are our bodies soft, and weak, and smooth, Unapt to toil and trouble in the world, But that our soft conditions and our hearts Should well agree with our external parts?”

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

“Hearing thy mildness prais’d in every town, Thy virtues spoke of, and thy beauty sounded,-- Yet not so deeply as to thee belongs,-- Myself am mov’d to woo thee for my wife.”

“No profit grows where is no pleasure ta’en”

“She moves me not, or not removes at least, Affection’s edge in me.”

“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.”

“Forward, I pray, since we have come so far, 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.”

“The poorest service is repaid with thanks.”

“Tis hatch’d and shall be so.”

“Tis a very excellent piece of work, madam lady. Would ‘twere done.”

“Lucentio: I read that I profess, the Art of Love. Bianca: And may you prove, sir, master of your art! Lucentio: While you, sweet dear, prove mistress of my heart!”

“Better once than never, for never too late.”

“We will have rings, and things, and fine array.”

“Ay, to the proof; as mountains are for winds, That shake not, though they blow perpetually.”

“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.”

“If she do bid me pack, I’ll give her thanks As though she bid me stay by her a week. If she deny to wed, I’ll crave the day When I shall ask the banns, and when be married.”

“Marry, peace it bodes, and love, and quiet life, An awful rule and right supremacy; And, to be short, what not that’s sweet and happy.”

“Seeing too much sadness hath congeal’d your blood, And melancholy is the nurse of frenzy.”

“Here is my hand, and here I firmly vow Never to woo her more, but do forswear her, As one unworthy all the former favours That I have fondly flatter’d her withal.”