“Think you a little din can daunt mine ears? Have I not in my time heard lions roar? Have I not heard the sea, puffed up with winds, Rage like an angry boar chafed with sweat? Have I not heard great ordinance in the field, And Heaven's artillery thunder in the skies? Have I not in a pitched 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.” ThinkingGivingLittlesHeavenHalfBoysFireHeardSeaSkyFieldsMinesWindBattleEarsAngryBlowTongueRageLoudMy TimeLionsFarmersSweatThunderBugsTrumpetsOrdinancesArtilleryTamingFear NoneChestnutsTaming Of The ShrewShrewsBoars Book:The Taming of the Shrew Source: The Taming of the Shrew