The Taming of the Shrew

by William Shakespeare

her father be very rich, any man is so very a fool to be married to hell?

I burn, I pine, I perish,

Why, sir, I pray, are not the streets as free For me as for you?

Talk not to me: I will go sit and weep Till I can find occasion of revenge.

BAPTISTA What, will my daughter prove a good musician? HORTENSIO I think she'll sooner prove a soldier Iron may hold with her, but never lutes.

What, with my tongue in your tail? nay, come again, Good Kate; I am a gentleman.