Of aftertimes and characters unborn.
Paris to-day seems Padua, thy fair shrew,
The tricksy termagant, "curst Katharine,"
The Paduan Xantippe, prickly, perverse,
Yet fascinating vixen, dons to-day
A Gallic guise, and fumes in French, and flounces
In skirts à la République.
What said Gremio?
"Your gifts are so good, here's none will hold you!"
And who may hold the fair Lutetian shrew?