When I did Taming of the Shrew, I was very tired, and I decided to have a holiday and make a documentary.
Science had married the wilderness and was taming the savage shrew.
So what is this feadnach? Is it another curse that makes me beholden to slaves and shrews?' 'No, my lord. It is your heart. Difficult as it may be to comprehend, there is a possibility you may have one.
In an evil hour thou bring'st her home. [You are marrying a shrew.]
Shrews are made, not born.
What, with my tongue in your tail? nay, come again, Good Kate; I am a gentleman.
We will have rings and things and fine array
For I am he am born to tame you, Kate; and bring you from a wild Kate to a Kate conformable as other household Kates.
She moves me not, or not removes at least affection's edge in me.
A woman moved is like a fountain troubled, Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty.
I drink because she nags, she said I nag because he drinks. But if the truth be known to you, He's a lush and she's a shrew.