Character: Petruchio

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

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.

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.

For me, the basis in marriage is money.

Not the dress makes the man.
As the black cloud shines the sun,
So honor Shine under clothing the poor.