He does it under name of perfect love;
As who should say, if I should have my will,
'Twere deadly sickness or else present death.
Petruchio. KATHLEEN, thou mend'st apace!
And now, my love,
Will we return unto thy father's house,
And ruffle it as bravely as the best,
With silken coats, and caps, and golden rings,
With ruffs, and cuffs, and farthingales, and things;