Now, Signior Petruchio, how speed you with my daughter?
How but well, sir? How but well? It were impossible I should speed amiss.
You have showed a tender fatherly regard to wish me wed to one half lunatic!
Wedding of Petruchio and Katherine
There's no sign of the groom. What will people say? To have the priest ready to perform the marriage ceremony, and be missing a bridegroom!
Now must the world point at poor Katherine and say, "There is mad Petruchio's wife, if it would please him come and marry her!"
Petruchio is coming in a new hat and an old jerkin. A monster, a very monster in apparel, and not like a Christian footboy or a gentleman's lackey.
Sir, you know this is your wedding day. First were we sad fearing you would not come. Now sadder that you come so unprovided. Fie, doff this habit, shame to your estate, an eyesore to our solemn festival.
Where is Kate? I stay too long from her. The morning wears. 'Tis time we were at church. I'll see her like this!