Book: The taming of the shrew

She is known for modest behavior,
Rich, the daughter of respectable parents
And educated, ka fitting
Wife of any noble lady.

Needs to roll the ball down the slope, not climbing up the hill.

Even a bad outfit - but the pocket is full.
Not the dress makes the man.

But dear wife you will go with me;
Don't stomp the kitty, not Cocis, no signing -
I have my good host full.
Now she's my property.

Dumb-ass! You're so uneducated,
What is the purpose of music is not know.
It should only refresh our mind
Tired from school and work.

She infuriates me with his Malcolm!
I do not move!

But is the rumor my to-noise was not used?
Isn't I heard the lions growl?
Not heard, like a raging sea
Raged like an angry boar?
On the battle field cannons, I did not hear,
Or with heavenly thunder sign?
In the heat of battle I didn't hear or what
Signals combat and the neighing of horses? -
And I go on about women's language!
Yes, he's not half bursting,
As the fire from farmers chestnuts.
Scare them kids!

My father died, but the wealth is alive;
And I'm a hundred years want to live happily ever after.

Well, the trickery! Look just like youth conspires to fool the elderly.

Just give him gold and he will marry on the doll, even though the piece of wood, at least for the old hag, which has no teeth in the mouth are not.

For me, the basis in marriage is money.

While I stood idly by and watched
Was born suddenly from idleness love.

There are fellows who would take her with all faults, it would only be money in plenty.

You like then and learn.