Monologue

Petruchio Monologue from The Taming of the Shrew

From The Taming of the Shrew by William Shakespeare

male · defiant · 35 sec

Why, that is nothing; for I tell you, father, I am as peremptory as she proud-minded; And where two raging fires meet together, They do consume the thing that feeds their fury: Though little fire grows great with little wind, Yet extreme gusts will blow out fire and all; So I to her, and so she yields to me; For I am rough and woo not like a babe.

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