Ay, when the special thing is well obtained

Baptista
Ay, when the special thing is well obtained,
That is, her love, for that is all in all.
Petruchio
Why, that is nothing. For I tell you, father,
I am as peremptory as she proud-minded;
And where two raging fires meet together,
They do consume the thing that feeds their fury.

And where two raging fires meet together,
They do consume the thing that feeds their fury.

Though little fire grows great with little wind,
Yet extreme gusts will blow out fire and all.
So I to her and so she yields to me,
For I am rough and woo not like a babe.
Baptista
Well mayst thou woo, and happy be thy speed.
But be thou armed for some unhappy words.
Petruchio
Ay, to the proof, as mountains are for winds,
That shakes not, though they blow perpetually.