| Grumio: | “None shall have access unto Bianca Till Katharina the curst have got a husband”. Katharina the curst! A title for a maid of all titles the worst. |
| Petruchio: | I'll undertake to woo curst Katharina, Yea, and to marry her, if her dowry please. I read she is an irksome brawling scold: If that be all, well then, I hear no harm. Why came I hither but to that intent? Have I not in my time heard lions roar? Have I not heard the sea puff'd up with winds Rage like an angry boar chafed with sweat? Have I not in a pitched battle heard Loud 'larums, neighing steeds, and trumpets' clang? And do they tell me of a woman's tongue, That gives not half so great a blow to hear As will a chestnut in a farmer's fire? |