Your challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to create a Swan Queen fic based off the story of William Shakespeare’s The Taming of the Shrew. You can find a synopsis and the full text of the play here.

Some choice quotes from the play …

Quotes by PETRUCHIO (*cough* Emma *cough*)

You lie, in faith; for you are call’d plain Kate,
And bonny Kate and sometimes Kate the curst;
But Kate, the prettiest Kate in Christendom
Kate of Kate Hall, my super-dainty Kate,
For dainties are all Kates, and therefore, Kate,
Take this of me, Kate of my consolation;
Hearing thy mildness praised in every town,
Thy virtues spoke of, and thy beauty sounded,
Yet not so deeply as to thee belongs,
Myself am moved to woo thee for my wife. — Act 2, Scene 1

‘Twas told me you were rough and coy and sullen,
And now I find report a very liar;
For thou are pleasant, gamesome, passing courteous,
But slow in speech, yet sweet as spring-time flowers:
Thou canst not frown, thou canst not look askance,
Nor bite the lip, as angry wenches will,
Nor hast thou pleasure to be cross in talk,
But thou with mildness entertain’st thy wooers,
With gentle conference, soft and affable.
Why does the world report that Kate doth limp?
O slanderous world! Kate like the hazel-twig
Is straight and slender and as brown in hue
As hazel nuts and sweeter than the kernels.
O, let me see thee walk: thou dost not halt. — Act 2, Scene 1

Thou must be married to no man but me;
For I am he am born to tame you Kate,
And bring you from a wild Kate to a Kate
Conformable as other household Kates.
Here comes your father: never make denial;
I must and will have Katharina to my wife. — Act 2, Scene 1

[…]’tis thus: yourself and all the world, 
That talk’d of her, have talk’d amiss of her: 
If she be curst, it is for policy, 
For she’s not froward, but modest as the dove; 
She is not hot, but temperate as the morn; 
For patience she will prove a second Grissel, 
And Roman Lucrece for her chastity: 
And to conclude, we have ‘greed so well together, 
That upon Sunday is the wedding-day. — Act 2, Scene 1

To me she’s married, not unto my clothes: 
Could I repair what she will wear in me, 
As I can change these poor accoutrements, 
‘Twere well for Kate and better for myself. 
But what a fool am I to chat with you, 
When I should bid good morrow to my bride, 
And seal the title with a lovely kiss! — Act 3, Scene 2

Thus have I politicly begun my reign, 
And ‘tis my hope to end successfully. 
My falcon now is sharp and passing empty; 
And till she stoop she must not be full-gorged, 
For then she never looks upon her lure. 
Another way I have to man my haggard, 
To make her come and know her keeper’s call, 
That is, to watch her, as we watch these kites 
That bate and beat and will not be obedient. 
She eat no meat to-day, nor none shall eat; 
Last night she slept not, nor to-night she shall not; 
As with the meat, some undeserved fault 
I’ll find about the making of the bed; 
And here I’ll fling the pillow, there the bolster, 
This way the coverlet, another way the sheets: 
Ay, and amid this hurly I intend 
That all is done in reverend care of her; 
And in conclusion she shall watch all night: 
And if she chance to nod I’ll rail and brawl 
And with the clamour keep her still awake. 
This is a way to kill a wife with kindness; 
And thus I’ll curb her mad and headstrong humour. 
He that knows better how to tame a shrew, 
Now let him speak: ‘tis charity to show. — Act 4, Scene 1

Quotes from KATHERINA (*cough* Regina *cough*)

I’ll see thee hang’d on Sunday first. — Act 2, Scene 1

I see a woman may be made a fool,
If she had not a spirit to resist. — Act 3, Scene 2

Why, sir, I trust I may have leave to speak; 
And speak I will; I am no child, no babe:
Your betters have endured me say my mind,
And if you cannot, best you stop your ears.
My tongue will tell the anger of my heart,
Or else my heart concealing it will break,
And rather than it shall, I will be free
Even to the uttermost, as I please, in words. — Act 4, Scene 3

My only love sprung from my only hate! 
Too early seen unknown, and known too late!
Prodigious birth of love it is to me
That I must love a loathèd enemy. — (Gotcha! This is from Act 1, Scene 5 of Romeo and Juliet)

KATHARINA: Husband, let’s follow, to see the end of this ado.
PETRUCHIO: First kiss me, Kate, and we will.
KATHARINA: What, in the midst of the street?
PETRUCHIO: What, art thou ashamed of me?
KATHARINA: No, sir, God forbid; but ashamed to kiss.
PETRUCHIO: Why, then let’s home again. Come, sirrah, let’s away.
KATHARINA: Nay, I will give thee a kiss: now pray thee, love, stay.
PETRUCHIO: Is not this well? Come, my sweet Kate: 
Better once than never, for never too late.  — Act 5, Scene 2