Franklyn Seales: Petruchio

Quotes 

• Petruchio : Our purses shall be proud, our garments poor, for 'tis the *mind* that makes the body rich, and as the sun brakes through the darkest clouds, so honour appeareth in the meanest habit.

• Petruchio : Now there's a wench. Come on, kiss me, Kate !

• [last lines] 

  Petruchio : Come, my Kate, we'll to bed. We three are married, but you two are sped. 'Twas I who won the wager, though you hit the white. And being a winner, God give you - good night!