Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I welcome thee to my humble digs.
...like so much overstuffed furniture.
...for better or for worse, in sickness and in health...
-Instead I teach thee a lesson. -Moon I choose to see.
I'll be no man's stuff. In fact, stuff your stuff.
For myself, too long in coming.
...pleasant garden of great Italy. To seek out and happily begin...
Now.
Father?
Husband, I believe in our marriage as well.
Then off with you to play a solo, as you won't be coming in.
Thou are witness to a revelation.
-Hello, hello, yeah. -Many years of happiness.
...a8 a man without a head is merely redundant.
She be very wealthy, and in dire need of a suitor.
And as they went ‘twas with a single complaint:
I dost. And get thee used to this:
Come here, wife.
May I sayest, brother Lucentio...
My wife hath called it.
...somewhere in the fourth act.
Kate or thee?
'Tis the moon.
I doth.
Think it's my fault I get stuck with all the exposition?
If that be your final answer I have but one choice.
Thee and thy wife hath, of course, been invited to attend.
Whatever moved you thus...
Good sir, before I woo and most certainly wed...
...and provideth thee with a roof over thy thick skull.
Does bears beareth? Doth bees beeth?
...well, a small bit of resistance.
Gadzooks.
But where?
Perhaps you'll listen to this: