Ethan Scott created several poetic interpretations of Kate's speech before her wedding. Here is one of them:
Fie, fie! Unkilt that threat’ning unkind brow…
Entrenched in the tangle of eyes surrounding her, Katherine began.
Her own eyes met those of Bianca and the Widow. How she pitied them.
They had always known how to play the game, how to get ahead. But, where had
it gotten them? She saw in each a shard of her former self, a part of that silly girl who
had never realized how wrong she was. Like she had been denied, she denied them now.
Petruchio smiled at her, their eyes connected warmly and evenly.
She thanked Petruchio immensely for understanding this old self and,
more importantly, cluing her in on her mistake. Now knowing how to, she mirrored his
smile-- together, they could flee and rebel against her words.
The dress he himself had acquired for her clung tightly to her body.
Let the fabric’s feminine fragility mask the fierceness of her strong body.
Its taut fabric embraced and secured her in this newly found position.
O raging love!
O stubborn, self-appointed misery!
Yet, she must not concern herself now. The struggle was finished.
She had won the victory over herself. Bending at the knee,
Katherine happily bowed, plunging into the frontier of a fiery new world.
Truly, she thought, the shrew had been tamed.
…My hand is ready, may it do him ease.