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.