_After_ the hurly-burly, I intend
All shall be done in reverend care of her;
And, in conclusion, she shall have her rights,
If she will cease to rise, and rail, and brawl,
And with her clangour keep the world awake.
This is the way to kill her wrath with kindness,
And thus I'll curb her mad and headstrong humour.--
He that knows better how to tame a shrew,
Let him speak out! 'Tis time the kingdom knew!

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_Kathleen_. The more my wrong the more his smile appears!
How doth he madden me--and master me!--
I--I, who never knew how to submit,
Nor never fancied that I should submit,--
Am starved for strife, stupid for lack of struggle,
With Law kept bridled, and with Order saddled:
And that, which spites me more than all these stints,
He does it under name of perfect love;
As who should say, if I should have my will,
'Twere deadly sickness or else present death.

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_Petruchio_. KATHLEEN, thou mend'st apace!
And now, my love,
Will we return unto thy father's house,
And ruffle it as bravely as the best,
With silken coats, and caps, and golden rings,