The Taming of the ShrewClarendon Press, 1921 - 67 pages |
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... Villain , I say , knock me here soundly . Grumio . Knock you here , sir ! why , sir , what am Petruchio . Villain , I say , knock me at this gate ; And rap me well , or I'll knock your knave's pate . 10 Grumio . My master is grown ...
... Villain , I say , knock me here soundly . Grumio . Knock you here , sir ! why , sir , what am Petruchio . Villain , I say , knock me at this gate ; And rap me well , or I'll knock your knave's pate . 10 Grumio . My master is grown ...
Page 15
... villain ! Good Hortensio , I bade the rascal knock upon your gate , And could not get him for my heart to do it . Grumio . Knock at the gate ! O heavens ! Spake you not these words plain , ' Sirrah , knock me here , rap me here , knock ...
... villain ! Good Hortensio , I bade the rascal knock upon your gate , And could not get him for my heart to do it . Grumio . Knock at the gate ! O heavens ! Spake you not these words plain , ' Sirrah , knock me here , rap me here , knock ...
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... villains ! When ? It was the friar of orders grey , As he forth walked on his way : 145 Out , you rogue ! you pluck my ... villain ! will you let it fall ? 155 PETRUCHIO strikes him . Katharina . Patience , I pray you ; ' twas a fault ...
... villains ! When ? It was the friar of orders grey , As he forth walked on his way : 145 Out , you rogue ! you pluck my ... villain ! will you let it fall ? 155 PETRUCHIO strikes him . Katharina . Patience , I pray you ; ' twas a fault ...
Page 52
... Villain , not for thy life ! take up my mistress ' 160 gown for thy master's use ! Petruchio . Why , sir , what's your conceit in that ? Grumio . O , sir , the conceit is deeper than you think for . Take up my mistress ' gown to his ...
... Villain , not for thy life ! take up my mistress ' 160 gown for thy master's use ! Petruchio . Why , sir , what's your conceit in that ? Grumio . O , sir , the conceit is deeper than you think for . Take up my mistress ' gown to his ...
Page 59
... villain : I believe , a ' means to cozen somebody in this city under my countenance . Re - enter Biondello . Biondello . I have seen them in the church together : God send ' em good shipping ! But who is here ? mine old master ...
... villain : I believe , a ' means to cozen somebody in this city under my countenance . Re - enter Biondello . Biondello . I have seen them in the church together : God send ' em good shipping ! But who is here ? mine old master ...
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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
Popular passages
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.