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.

Too much sadness hath congealed your blood$$$
And melancholy is the nurse of frenzy.

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

If she do bid me pack$$$ I'll give her thanks
As though she bid me stay by her a week.
If she deny to wed$$$ I'll crave the day
When I shall ask the banns$$$ and when be married.

Ay$$$ to the proof$$$ as mountains are for winds$$$ that shakes not$$$ though they blow perpetually.

Tis hatched and shall be so

We will have rings and things and fine array.

Better once than never$$$ for never too late.

Why$$$ that is nothing: for I tell you$$$ father$$$
I am as peremptory as she proud-minded;
And where two raging fires meet together
They do consume the thing that feeds their fury:
Though little fire grows great with little wind$$$
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.

Forward$$$ I pray$$$ since we have come so far$$$
And be it moon$$$ or sun$$$ or what you please.
And if you please to call it a rush candle$$$
Henceforth I vow it shall be so for me.