And many a one hath said, or seemed to say,
"For I will board her, though she chide as loud
As thunder, when the clouds in autumn crack."
But with what issue? Like Hortensio,
His head is broken by the vixen's lute,
Ere he hath time to teach her government
Of frets or stops, or skilful fingering.
How many, with Hortensio, might say,
When asked if he could break her to the lute,—
"Why, no; for she hath broke the lute to me.