THE TAMING OF THE SHREW

I forgor

Would not the beggar then forget himself?

This is not my beautiful house!

Am I a lord, and have I such a lady?
Or do I dream? or have I dreamed till now?

Trading places

we cannot ‘be distinguished by our faces/ For man or master’

He take my money!

I come to wive it wealthily in Padua

Gold Rush (Hortensio’s Version)

I would not wed her for a mine of gold

How romantic!

Woo her, wed her and bed her and rid the house of her

Sibling rivalry

She \[Bianca\] is your \[Baptista's\] treasure, she must have a husband/I must dance barefoot on her wedding day

Songbird x

Say that she \[Katherine\] rail, why then I'll tell her plain/She sings as sweetly as a nightingale

He is so fit tbh

What, with my tongue in your tail?

Me and who

Asses are made to bear, and so are you.
Women are made to bear, and so are you.

Love him

Thou hast hit it. Come sit on me.

Bleeding Love

will you, nill you, I will marry you

Dommy Petruchio

For I am he born to tame you

parallel to Kate’s "What, shall I be appointed hours as though, belike, I knew not what to take and what to leave?”

I am no breeching scholar in the schools/I’ll not be tied to hours, nor ’pointed times

COMIC RIVALS

wrangling pedant/ preposterous ass

Don’t tell the bride

a pair of old breeches… one \[boot\] buckled, another laced; an old rusty sword … with a broken hilt…

the diseased horse

his horse hipped, with an old mothy saddle and stirrups of no kindred… possessed with the glanders … troubled with the lampass, infected with the fashions

rip to the priest

threw the sops all in the sexton’s face

Can’t be TAMED

I see a woman may be made a fool/If she had not a spirit to resist

Boss ass bitch/misogyny

I will be master of what is mine own.
She is my goods, my chattels; she is my house,

Me when I’m delusional

It shall be moon, or star, or what I list

Turns out she can be tamed…

And if you please to call it a rush candle,
Henceforth I vow it shall be so for me.

That’s an OSHA violation

you whoreson villain/ beetle-headed flap-eared knave

she looks like every other bitch like…

As much as an apple doth an oyster

Pickmecore

Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper,
Thy head, thy sovereign, one that cares for thee.

Oh no you won’t!

I shall be revenged for this villainy!

Okay grandpa, let’s get you to bed

I’ll slit the villain’s nose

Is Bianca… a bitch?

“The wisdom of your duty, fair Bianca/Hath cost me a hundred crowns since suppertime”

“The more fool you for laying on my duty”

Comic obstacle yass

“not to bestow my youngest daughter/Before I have a husband for the elder”