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Taming of the Shrew
[I, 2] |
Tranio |
778 |
I love no chiders, sir. Biondello, let's away.
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2 |
Taming of the Shrew
[III, 2] |
Baptista Minola |
1552 |
Is't possible you will away to-night?
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3 |
Taming of the Shrew
[III, 2] |
Petruchio |
1553 |
I must away to-day before night come.
Make it no wonder; if you knew my business,
You would entreat me rather go than stay.
And, honest company, I thank you all
That have beheld me give away myself
To this most patient, sweet, and virtuous wife.
Dine with my father, drink a health to me.
For I must hence; and farewell to you all.
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4 |
Taming of the Shrew
[IV, 1] |
Curtis |
1642 |
Away, you three-inch fool! I am no beast.
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5 |
Taming of the Shrew
[IV, 1] |
Grumio |
1679 |
Tell thou the tale. But hadst thou not cross'd me, thou
shouldst have heard how her horse fell and she under her horse;
thou shouldst have heard in how miry a place, how she was
bemoil'd, how he left her with the horse upon her, how he beat me
because her horse stumbled, how she waded through the dirt to
pluck him off me, how he swore, how she pray'd that never pray'd
before, how I cried, how the horses ran away, how her bridle was
burst, how I lost my crupper- with many things of worthy memory,
which now shall die in oblivion, and thou return unexperienc'd to
thy grave.
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6 |
Taming of the Shrew
[IV, 1] |
Petruchio |
1779 |
I tell thee, Kate, 'twas burnt and dried away,
And I expressly am forbid to touch it;
For it engenders choler, planteth anger;
And better 'twere that both of us did fast,
Since, of ourselves, ourselves are choleric,
Than feed it with such over-roasted flesh.
Be patient; to-morrow 't shall be mended.
And for this night we'll fast for company.
Come, I will bring thee to thy bridal chamber. Exeunt
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7 |
Taming of the Shrew
[IV, 1] |
Curtis |
1793 |
In her chamber. Making a sermon of continency to her,
And rails, and swears, and rates, that she, poor soul,
Knows not which way to stand, to look, to speak.
And sits as one new risen from a dream.
Away, away! for he is coming hither. Exeunt
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8 |
Taming of the Shrew
[IV, 3] |
Petruchio |
1997 |
Pluck up thy spirits, look cheerfully upon me.
Here, love, thou seest how diligent I am,
To dress thy meat myself, and bring it thee.
I am sure, sweet Kate, this kindness merits thanks.
What, not a word? Nay, then thou lov'st it not,
And all my pains is sorted to no proof.
Here, take away this dish.
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9 |
Taming of the Shrew
[IV, 3] |
Petruchio |
2027 |
Why, this was moulded on a porringer;
A velvet dish. Fie, fie! 'tis lewd and filthy;
Why, 'tis a cockle or a walnut-shell,
A knack, a toy, a trick, a baby's cap.
Away with it. Come, let me have a bigger.
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10 |
Taming of the Shrew
[IV, 3] |
Petruchio |
2070 |
O monstrous arrogance! Thou liest, thou thread, thou
thimble,
Thou yard, three-quarters, half-yard, quarter, nail,
Thou flea, thou nit, thou winter-cricket thou-
Brav'd in mine own house with a skein of thread!
Away, thou rag, thou quantity, thou remnant;
Or I shall so bemete thee with thy yard
As thou shalt think on prating whilst thou liv'st!
I tell thee, I, that thou hast marr'd her gown.
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11 |
Taming of the Shrew
[IV, 3] |
Hortensio |
2125 |
Tailor, I'll pay thee for thy gown to-morrow;
Take no unkindness of his hasty words.
Away, I say; commend me to thy master. Exit TAILOR
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12 |
Taming of the Shrew
[IV, 5] |
Petruchio |
2291 |
Well, forward, forward! thus the bowl should run,
And not unluckily against the bias.
But, soft! Company is coming here.
[Enter VINCENTIO]
[To VINCENTIO] Good-morrow, gentle mistress; where away?-
Tell me, sweet Kate, and tell me truly too,
Hast thou beheld a fresher gentlewoman?
Such war of white and red within her cheeks!
What stars do spangle heaven with such beauty
As those two eyes become that heavenly face?
Fair lovely maid, once more good day to thee.
Sweet Kate, embrace her for her beauty's sake.
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13 |
Taming of the Shrew
[IV, 5] |
Katherina |
2304 |
Young budding virgin, fair and fresh and sweet,
Whither away, or where is thy abode?
Happy the parents of so fair a child;
Happier the man whom favourable stars
Allots thee for his lovely bed-fellow.
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14 |
Taming of the Shrew
[V, 1] |
Pedant |
2422 |
Away, away, mad ass! His name is Lucentio; and he is mine
only son, and heir to the lands of me, Signior Vicentio.
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15 |
Taming of the Shrew
[V, 1] |
Baptista Minola |
2440 |
Away with the dotard; to the gaol with him!
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16 |
Taming of the Shrew
[V, 1] |
Petruchio |
2484 |
Why, then, let's home again. Come, sirrah, let's away.
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17 |
Taming of the Shrew
[V, 2] |
Petruchio |
2552 |
'A has a little gall'd me, I confess;
And, as the jest did glance away from me,
'Tis ten to one it maim'd you two outright.
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18 |
Taming of the Shrew
[V, 2] |
Petruchio |
2608 |
Go, fetch them hither; if they deny to come.
Swinge me them soundly forth unto their husbands.
Away, I say, and bring them hither straight.
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