Oh, sir, such a life with such a wife were strange

Gremio
Oh, sir, such a life with such a wife were strange.
But if you have a stomach, to ’t, i’ God’s name!
You shall have me assisting you in all.
But will you woo this wildcat?
Petruchio
Will I live?
Grumio
Will he woo her? Ay, or I’ll hang her.
Petruchio
Why came I hither but to that intent?
Think you a little din can daunt mine ears?

And do you tell me of a woman’s tongue,
That gives not half so great a blow to hear
As will a chestnut in a farmer’s fire?

Have I not in my time heard lions roar?
Have I not heard the sea, puffed up with winds,
Rage like an angry boar chafèd with sweat?
Have I not heard great ordnance in the field
And heaven’s artillery thunder in the skies?
Have I not in a pitchèd battle heard
Loud ’larums, neighing steeds, and trumpets clang?
And do you tell me of a woman’s tongue,
That gives not half so great a blow to hear
As will a chestnut in a farmer’s fire?
Tush, tush, fear boys with bugs!
Grumio
For he fears none.