The Taming of the ShrewClarendon Press, 1921 - 67 pages |
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... What's here ? one dead , or drunk ? See , doth he breathe ? Second Huntsman . He breathes , my lord . Were he not ... What think you , if he were convey'd to bed , Wrapp'd in sweet clothes , rings put upon his fingers , A most delicious ...
... What's here ? one dead , or drunk ? See , doth he breathe ? Second Huntsman . He breathes , my lord . Were he not ... What think you , if he were convey'd to bed , Wrapp'd in sweet clothes , rings put upon his fingers , A most delicious ...
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... what we say he is . Laid . Take him up gently , and to bed with him , And each one to his office when he wakes . [ sly is borne out . 70 A trumpet sounds . Sirrah , go see what trumpet ' tis that sounds : [ Exit Servant . Belike , some ...
... what we say he is . Laid . Take him up gently , and to bed with him , And each one to his office when he wakes . [ sly is borne out . 70 A trumpet sounds . Sirrah , go see what trumpet ' tis that sounds : [ Exit Servant . Belike , some ...
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... What is ' t your honour will command , Wherein your lady and your humble wife May show her duty , and make known her love ? And then , with kind embracements , tempting kisses , And with declining head into his bosom , Bid him shed ...
... What is ' t your honour will command , Wherein your lady and your humble wife May show her duty , and make known her love ? And then , with kind embracements , tempting kisses , And with declining head into his bosom , Bid him shed ...
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... What raiment will your honour wear to - day ? Sly . I am Christophero Sly ; call not me honour , nor lordship I ne'er drank sack in my life ; and if you give me any conserves , give me conserves of beef . Ne'er ask me what raiment I'll ...
... What raiment will your honour wear to - day ? Sly . I am Christophero Sly ; call not me honour , nor lordship I ne'er drank sack in my life ; and if you give me any conserves , give me conserves of beef . Ne'er ask me what raiment I'll ...
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... what is thy will with her ? Sly . Are you my wife , and will not call me husband ? My men should call me lord : I am your good - man . 105 Page . My husband and my lord , my lord and husband ; I am your wife in all obedience . Sly . I ...
... what is thy will with her ? Sly . Are you my wife , and will not call me husband ? My men should call me lord : I am your good - man . 105 Page . My husband and my lord , my lord and husband ; I am your wife in all obedience . Sly . I ...
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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.