May rest upon such shifting shrewishness.
Where waits Petruchio, and will he come
In purple velvet, or in soldier steel,
Or simple, civic, hero-covering cloth,
To tame this Katharine of the Phrygian cap,
And smiling, in the mocking calm of power,
Say of the shrew, like him of Padua:—
"Think you a little din can daunt mine ears?
Have I not in my time heard lion's roar?
Have I not heard the sea, puff'd up with winds,