Quotes on Shrews

Petruchio: Come, come, you wasp; i' faith, you are too angry. Katherine: If I be waspish, best beware my sting. Petruchio: My remedy is then, to pluck it out. Katherine: Ay, if the fool could find where it lies. Petruchio: Who knows not where a wasp does wear his sting? In his tail. Katherine: In his tongue. Petruchio: Whose tongue? Katherine: Yours, if you talk of tails: and so farewell. Petruchio: What, with my tongue in your tail? Nay, come again, Good Kate; I am a gentleman.

Who wooed in haste, and means to wed at leisure.

There's small choice in rotten apples.

This is a way to kill a wife with kindness.

And where two raging fires meet together, they do consume the thing that feeds their fury.

Those men are most apt to be obsequious and conciliating abroad, who are under the discipline of shrews at home.