THE TAMING SHREW - Royal Shakespeare Company

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Nothing comes amiss, so money comes withal.
Kiss me Kate. We will be married o’Sunday.
She shall watch all night:/ And if she chance to nod I’ll rail and brawl.
It shall be what o’clock I say it is.
Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper.
What, would you make me mad?
Woo her, wed her and bed her.
I burn, I pine, I perish.
I come to wive it wealthily in Padua.
Women are made to bear, and so are you.
Asses are made to bear, and so are you.
No shame but mine
A mad-brain rudesby, full of spleen
Lo, there is mad Petruchio’s wife.
Why, he’s a devil, a devil, the devil’s dam.
Such a mad marriage never was before.
She’s my goods, my chattels.
Being mad herself, she’s madly mated.
He is more shrew than she.
He means to make a puppet of thee.
It shall be what o’clock I say it is.
It is the blessed sun.
To offer war when they should kneel for peace.
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