“I wish my horse had the speed of your tongue.”

“What, with my tongue in your tail? nay, come again,Good Kate; I am a gentleman.”

“But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue.”

“Come, come, you wasp; i' faith, you are too angry.Katherine: If I be waspish, best beware my sting.Petruchio: My remedy is then, to pluck it out.Katherine: Ay, if the fool could find where it lies.Petruchio: Who knows not where a wasp does wear his sting? In his tail.Katherine: In his tongue.Petruchio: Whose tongue?Katherine: Yours, if you talk of tails: and so farewell.Petruchio: What, with my tongue in your tail? Nay, come again, Good Kate; I am a gentleman.”

“And whatsomever else shall hap tonight, give it an understanding but no tongue, I will requit your love. So, fare your well. My lord, he hath importuned me with love, in honourable fashion.”

“By my soul I swear, there is no power in the tongue of man to alter me.”

“It is not, nor it cannot, come to good, But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue.”