Fruits that blossom first will first be ripe.

The villany you teach me I shall execute; and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.

My love's more richer than my tongue.

Be just, and fear not.

Hold, or cut bowstrings.

Petruchio: 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.

All pity choked with custom of fell deeds.