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Shakespeare Quotes from The Taming of the Shrew
Look in the chronicles, we came in with Richard con-— filed under Ancestry
A mad-cap ruffian, and a swearing Jack, That thinks with oaths to face the matter out. T. S. ii.— filed under Braggarts
If she deny to wed, I'll crave the day When I shall ask the banns, and when be married.— filed under Courtship
I tell you, father, I am as peremptory as she proud-minded; And when two raging fires meet together, cot They do consume the thing that feeds their fury: Though little fires grow great with little wind, Yet extreme gusts will blow out fire and all: So I to her, and so she yields to me; For I am rough, and woo not like a babe.— filed under Courtship
Our yoke and sufferance show us womanish. O, that a mighty man of such descent, Of such possessions, and so high esteem,— filed under Degeneracy
For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich; And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds, So honour peereth in the meanest habit.— filed under Dress
What, is the jay more precious than the lark, Because his feathers are more beautiful? Or is the adder better than the eel, Because his painted skin contents the eye?— filed under Dress
And now, my honey love, We will return unto thy father's house; And revel it as bravely as the best; With silken coats, and caps, and golden rings, With ruffs, and cuffs, and farthingales, and things: With scarfs, and fans, and double change of bravery, And amber bracelets, beads, and all this knavery. The tailor stays thy leisure, To deck thy body with his rustling treasure.— filed under Dress
The gown? why, ay; -Come, tailor, let us see't. O mercy, God! what masking stuff is here? What's this? a sleeve? 'tis like a demi-cannon: What! up and down, carv'd like an apple-tart? Here's snip, and nip, and cut, and slish, and slas Like to a censer in a barber's shop:- Why, what, o' devil's name, tailor, call'st thou this?— filed under Dress
O monstrous beast!-how like a swine he lies!— filed under Drunkard
That it alone is high-fantastical. An old hat, and the humour of forty fancies stuck in it stuck in it— filed under Fancy
Say, thou wilt course; thy greyhounds are as swift As breathed stags, ay, fleeter than the roe.— filed under Hunting
Quaff'd off the muscadel, and threw the sops all in the sexton's face.— filed under Joy
This done, he took the bride about the neck; And kiss'd her lips with such a clamorous smack, That, at the parting, all the church did echo. T. S. iii.— filed under Kiss
I grant your worship, that he is a knave, Sir; but yet, God forbid, Sir, but a knave should have some countenance at his friend's request. An honest man, Sir, is able to speak for himself, when a knave is not. I have served your worship truly, Sir, for this eight years; and if I cannot once or twice in a quarter bear out a knave against an honest man, I have but very little credit with your worship. The knave is mine honest friend, Sir; therefore, I beseech your worship, let him be countenanced. H IV. PT. II. v. 1. A beetle-headed, flat-ear'd knave.— filed under Knaves
Do as adversaries in law, strive mightily, But eat and drink as friends.— filed under Law
I'll answer him by law: I'll not budge an inch.— filed under Litigation
Thou art a lord, and nothing but a lord.— filed under Longevity
Upon my life I am a lord, indeed; And not a tinker, nor Christophero Sly.— filed under Longevity
Melancholy is the nurse of frenzy.— filed under Melancholy
Frame your mind to mirth and merriment, Which bars a thousand harms, and lengthens life.— filed under Mirth
And it will discourse most eloquent music. Preposterous ass! that never read so far, To know the cause why music was ordain'd ! Was it not to refresh the mind of man, After his studies, or his usual pain ? Then give me leave to read philosophy, And, while I pause, serve in your harmony.— filed under Music
no more noise with it. Wilt thou have music? hark! Apollo plays, And twenty caged nightingales do sing.— filed under Music
Master, master! news, old news, and such news as you news as you never heard of.— filed under News
This will be pastime passing excellent— filed under Pastime
Melancholy is the nurse of frenzy, Therefore, they thought it good you hear a play, And frame your mind to mirth and merriment, Which bars a thousand harms, and lengthens life.— filed under Plays
What impossible matter will he make easy next? T. ii. 1. I am not so nice To change true rules for odd inventions.— filed under Schemer
Think you, a little din can daunt mine ears? Have I not in my time heard lions roar? SCOLD, continued. : Have I not heard the sea, puff'd up with winds, Rage like an hungry boar, chafed with sweat? Have I not heard great ordnance in the field, And Heaven's artillery thunder in the skies? Have I not in pitched battles heard Loud 'larums, neighing steeds, and trumpets' clang? And do you tell me of a woman's tongue, That gives not half so great a blow to the ear As will a chesnut in a farmer's fire ?— filed under Scold
This cuff was but to knock at your ear, and beseech— filed under Striplings, Military
O, monstrous arrogance! Thou liest, thou thread, Thou thimble. Thou yard, three-quarters, half-yard, quarter, nail, Thou flea, thou nit, thou winter cricket thou :- Brav'd in mine own house with a skein of thread! Away, thou rag, thou quantity, thou remnant: Or I shall so be-mete thee with thy yard, As thou shalt think on prating whilst thou liv'st! I tell thee, I, thou hast marr'd her gown.— filed under Tailor
Such duty as the subject owes the prince, Even such a woman oweth to her husband: And, when she's froward, peevish, sullen, sour, And not obedient to his honest will, What is she but a foul contending rebel, And graceless traitor to her loving lord?— filed under Wife
Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee And for thy maintenance: commits his body To painful labour, both by sea and land; • To watch the night in storms, the day in cold, T While thou liest warm at home, secure and safe; And craves no other tribute at thy hands,— filed under Wife
But love, fair looks, and true obedience. I will be master of what is mine own: She is my goods, my chattels; she is my house, My household-stuff, my field, my barn, My horse, my ox, my ass, my anything; And here she stands, touch her whoever dare; I will bring mine action on the proudest he— filed under Wife
I am asham'd, that women are so simple To offer war where they should sue for peace; Or seek for rule, supremacy, and sway, When they are bound to serve, love, and obey.— filed under Wife
Fye, fye, unknit that threat'ning unkind brow; And dart not scornful glances from those eyes, To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor; It blots thy beauty, as frosts bite the meads; Confounds thy fame, as whirlwinds shake fair buds; And in no sense is meet or amiable.— filed under Wife
A woman mov'd, is like a fountain troubled, Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty; And, while it is so, none so dry or thirsty,— filed under Woman
A proper stripling, and an amorous!— filed under Youth