The Taming of the ShrewClarendon Press, 1921 - 67 pages |
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... I'll answer him I'll not budge an inch , boy : let him come , and [ Lies down on the ground , and falls asleep . by law . kindly . Horns winded . Enter a Lord from hunting , with Huntsmen and Servants . Lord . Huntsman , I charge thee ...
... I'll answer him I'll not budge an inch , boy : let him come , and [ Lies down on the ground , and falls asleep . by law . kindly . Horns winded . Enter a Lord from hunting , with Huntsmen and Servants . Lord . Huntsman , I charge thee ...
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... I'll give thee more instructions . 110 115 120 125 [ Exit Servant . 130 I know the boy will well usurp the grace , Voice , gait , and action of a gentlewoman : I long to hear him call the drunkard husband , And how my men will stay ...
... I'll give thee more instructions . 110 115 120 125 [ Exit Servant . 130 I know the boy will well usurp the grace , Voice , gait , and action of a gentlewoman : I long to hear him call the drunkard husband , And how my men will stay ...
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... I'll wear , for I have no more doublets than backs , no more stockings than legs , nor no more shoes than feet : nay , sometime more feet than shoes , or such shoes as my toes look through the overleather . Lord . Heaven cease this idle ...
... I'll wear , for I have no more doublets than backs , no more stockings than legs , nor no more shoes than feet : nay , sometime more feet than shoes , or such shoes as my toes look through the overleather . Lord . Heaven cease this idle ...
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... I'll knock your knave's pate . 10 Grumio . My master is grown quarrelsome . I should knock you first , And then I know after who comes by the worst . Petruchio . Will it not be ? Faith , sirrah , an you'll not knock , I'll ring it ; I'll ...
... I'll knock your knave's pate . 10 Grumio . My master is grown quarrelsome . I should knock you first , And then I know after who comes by the worst . Petruchio . Will it not be ? Faith , sirrah , an you'll not knock , I'll ring it ; I'll ...
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... I'll promise thee she shall be rich , And very rich but thou ' rt too much my friend , 55 55 60 And I'll not wish thee to her . Petruchio . SC . II 15 THE TAMING OF THE SHREW.
... I'll promise thee she shall be rich , And very rich but thou ' rt too much my friend , 55 55 60 And I'll not wish thee to her . Petruchio . SC . II 15 THE TAMING OF THE SHREW.
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40 Petruchio apparel assurance BAPTISTA'S House bride Cambio comes curst Curtis daughter doth dowry duty Enter BAPTISTA Enter PETRUCHIO entreat Exeunt PETRUCHIO Exit fair Bianca Faith father Fcap fool froward gentle gentleman gown Grumio Haberdasher hand Hark hast thou hath hear hither honour horse Huntsman husband kiss knave knock lady leave Licio look lord lute Madam maid Mantua marriage marry master mean meat merry mistress ne'er never noble gentleman Padua Pedant PETRUCHIO and KATHARINA Pisa Poems pray prithee Re-enter BIONDELLO SCENE Servant shrew Signior Baptista Signior Gremio Signior Hortensio Signior Lucentio Simois Sirrah sister stay suitor swear sweet Kate ta'en Tailor tell thank thee thine thou canst thou hast Tranio Twas Twere unto Venice Verona villain wench what's Widow wife win my love withal word world turns
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Page 66 - While thou liest warm at home, secure and safe, And craves no other tribute at thy hands, But love, fair looks, and true obedience; Too little payment for so great a debt. Such duty as the subject owes the prince, Even such, a woman oweth to her husband...
Page 9 - The mathematics, and the metaphysics, Fall to them, as you find your stomach serves you: No profit grows where is no pleasure ta'en ; — In brief, sir, study what you most affect.
Page 66 - Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy sovereign ; one that cares for thee, And for thy maintenance : commits his body To painful labour, both by sea and land...
Page 39 - I will be master of what is mine own : She is my goods, my chattels ; she is my house, My household stuff, my field, my barn, My horse, my ox, my ass, my any thing...
Page 66 - What is she but a foul contending rebel And graceless traitor to her loving lord? I am asham'd that women are so simple To offer war where they should kneel for peace; Or seek for rule, supremacy, and sway, When they are bound to serve, love, and obey.
Page 66 - It blots thy beauty, as frosts do bite the meads ; Confounds thy fame, as whirlwinds shake fair buds ; And in no sense is meet or amiable. A woman moved, is like a fountain troubled, Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty ; And, while it is so, none so dry or thirsty Will deign to sip, or touch one drop of it.
Page 52 - Our purses shall be proud, our garments poor; For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich; And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds, So honour peereth in the meanest habit. What, is the jay more precious than the lark, Because his feathers are more beautiful ? Or is the adder better than the eel, Because his painted skin contents the eye ? O, no, good Kate; neither art thou the worse For this poor furniture, and mean array.