Kiss Me, Kate, We Shall Be Married

O Braggart Vile And Damned Furious Wight!

I Will Live In Thy Heart, Die In Thy Lap, And Be Buried In Thy Eyes—and Moreover, I Will Go With Thee To Thy Uncle’s.

'tis Thought The King Is Dead; We Will Not Stay. The Bay Trees In Our Country Are All Wither'd.

Away! Thou'rt Poison To My Blood.

God, The Best Maker Of All Marriages, Combine Your Hearts Into One.