Think you a little din can daunt mine ears? 202 Have I not in my time heard lions roar? 203 Have I not heard the sea, puffed up with winds, 204 Rage like an angry boar chafèd with sweat? 205 Have I not heard great ordnance in the field 206 And heaven’s artillery thunder in the skies? 207 Have I not in a pitchèd battle heard 208 Loud ’larums, neighing steeds, and trumpets clang? 209 And do you tell me of a woman’s tongue, 210 That gives not half so great a blow to hear 211 As will a chestnut in a farmer’s fire? 212 Tush, tush, fear boys with bugs!
PETRUCHIO
Why came I hither but to that intent? 201
Think you a little din can daunt mine ears? 202
Have I not in my time heard lions roar? 203
Have I not heard the sea, puffed up with winds, 204
Rage like an angry boar chafèd with sweat? 205
Have I not heard great ordnance in the field 206
And heaven’s artillery thunder in the skies? 207
Have I not in a pitchèd battle heard 208
Loud ’larums, neighing steeds, and trumpets clang? 209
And do you tell me of a woman’s tongue, 210
That gives not half so great a blow to hear 211
As will a chestnut in a farmer’s fire? 212
Tush, tush, fear boys with bugs! 213
GRUMIO
For he fears none. 214
