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Act 1
Thinks't thou, Hortensio, though her father be very rich, any man is so very a fool to be married to hell? -Gremio
Knock you here, sir? Why, sir, what am I, sir, that I should knock you here, sir? -Grumio
Villain, I say, knock me at this gate and rap me well or I'll knock your knave's pate. -Petruchio
I come to wive it wealthily in Padua. -Petruchio
Why, nothing comes amiss so money comes withal. -Grumio
What, this gentleman will out-talk us all. -Gremio
Act 2
Believe me, sister, of all the men alive I never yet beheld that special face which I could fancy more than any other. -Bianca
And where two raging fires meet together they do consume the thing that feeds their fury. -Petruchio
Iron may hold with her, but never lutes. -Hortensio
Now, by the world, it is a lusty wench! -Petruchio
Asses are made to bear and so are you. Women are made to bear and so are you. -Kate/Petruchio
If I be waspish, beware my sting. -Kate
An old Italian fox is not so kind, my boy. -Gremio
Act 3
The bass is right; 'tis the base knave that jars. -Hortensio as Litio
What mockery will it be to want the bridegroom when the priest attends to speak the ceremonial rites of marriage! -Baptista
Such a mad marriage never was before. Hark, hark, I hear the minstrels play. -Gremio
Ay, sir, they be ready; the oats have eaten the horses. -Grumio
Act 4
Where is the foolish knave I sent before? Here, sir, as foolish as I was before. -Petruchio/Grumio
You whoreson villain, will you let it fall? -Petruchio
This is a way to kill a wife with kindness, and thus I'll curb her mad and headstrong humor. -Petruchio
What, did he marry me to famish me? -Kate
Why, so this gallant will command the sun. -Hortensio
Good Lord, how brightly shines the moon. The moon? The sun. It is not moonlight now. I say it is the moon that shines so bright. I know it is the sun that shines so bright. -Petruchio/Kate
Forward, I pray, since we have come so far, and be it moon or sun or what you please. -Kate
Why, how now, Kate, I hope thou art not mad. This is a man, old, wrinkled, faded, withered, and not a maiden, as thou sayest he is. -Petruchio
Act 5
Softly and swiftly, sir, for the priest is ready. -Biondello
Come hither, crack-hemp. -Vincentio
Help, help, help! Here's a madman will murder me. -Biondello
Deny him, forswear him, or we are all undone. -Biondello
Fie, fie, unknit that threatening unkind brow and dart not scornful glances from those eyes to wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor. It blots thy beauty as frosts do bite the mead...A woman moved is like a fountain troubled, muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty, and while it is so, none so dry or thirsty will deign to sip or touch one drop of it. -Kate
Why, there's a wench! Come on and kiss me, Kate. -Petruchio
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