Such a mad marriage never was before.

Whate'er I read to her. I'll plead for youAs for my patron, stand you so assured,As firmly as yourself were in still place - Yea, and perhaps with more successful wordsThan you, unless you were a scholar, sir.O this learning, what a thing it is!

She moves me not, or not removes at least affection's edge in me.

He kills her in her own humor.

This is a way to kill a wife with kindness,And thus I'll curb her mad and headstrong humour.He that knows better how to tame a shrew,Now let him speak. 'Tis charity to show.

She vied so fast, protesting oath after oath,that in a twink she won me to her love.O, you are novices. 'Tis a world to seeHow tame, when men and women are alone,A meacock wretch can make the curstest shrew.

By this reckoning he is more a shrew than she.

For I am born to tame you, Kate,And bring you from a wild Kate to a KateComfortable as other household Kates.

Of all matches never was the like.

Of all mad matches never was the likeBeing mad herself, she’s madly mated.