Why, that is nothing. For I tell you, father, 137 I am as peremptory as she proud-minded; 138 And where two raging fires meet together, 139 They do consume the thing that feeds their fury. 140 Though little fire grows great with little wind, 141 Yet extreme gusts will blow out fire and all. 142 So I to her and so she yields to me, 143 For I am rough and woo not like a babe.
PETRUCHIO
Why, that is nothing. For I tell you, father, 137
I am as peremptory as she proud-minded; 138
And where two raging fires meet together, 139
They do consume the thing that feeds their fury. 140
Though little fire grows great with little wind, 141
Yet extreme gusts will blow out fire and all. 142
So I to her and so she yields to me, 143
For I am rough and woo not like a babe. 144
