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Work
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are treated as single work with 154 parts.
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the character name is "Poet."
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Taming of the Shrew
[I, 2] |
Hortensio |
780 |
Sir, a word ere you go.
Are you a suitor to the maid you talk of, yea or no?
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2 |
Taming of the Shrew
[III, 1] |
Bianca |
1283 |
Why, gentlemen, you do me double wrong
To strive for that which resteth in my choice.
I am no breeching scholar in the schools,
I'll not be tied to hours nor 'pointed times,
But learn my lessons as I please myself.
And to cut off all strife: here sit we down;
Take you your instrument, play you the whiles!
His lecture will be done ere you have tun'd.
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3 |
Taming of the Shrew
[III, 2] |
Tranio |
1484 |
He hath some meaning in his mad attire.
We will persuade him, be it possible,
To put on better ere he go to church.
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4 |
Taming of the Shrew
[IV, 1] |
Grumio |
1621 |
Fie, fie on all tired jades, on all mad masters, and all
foul ways! Was ever man so beaten? Was ever man so ray'd? Was
ever man so weary? I am sent before to make a fire, and they are
coming after to warm them. Now were not I a little pot and soon
hot, my very lips might freeze to my teeth, my tongue to the roof
of my mouth, my heart in my belly, ere I should come by a fire to
thaw me. But I with blowing the fire shall warm myself; for,
considering the weather, a taller man than I will take cold.
Holla, ho! Curtis!
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5 |
Taming of the Shrew
[IV, 2] |
Hortensio |
1861 |
Would all the world but he had quite forsworn!
For me, that I may surely keep mine oath,
I will be married to a wealtlly widow
Ere three days pass, which hath as long lov'd me
As I have lov'd this proud disdainful haggard.
And so farewell, Signior Lucentio.
Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks,
Shall win my love; and so I take my leave,
In resolution as I swore before. Exit
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6 |
Taming of the Shrew
[IV, 3] |
Katherina |
2148 |
I dare assure you, sir, 'tis almost two,
And 'twill be supper-time ere you come there.
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7 |
Taming of the Shrew
[IV, 3] |
Petruchio |
2150 |
It shall be seven ere I go to horse.
Look what I speak, or do, or think to do,
You are still crossing it. Sirs, let 't alone;
I will not go to-day; and ere I do,
It shall be what o'clock I say it is.
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8 |
Taming of the Shrew
[IV, 5] |
Petruchio |
2272 |
Now by my mother's son, and that's myself,
It shall be moon, or star, or what I list,
Or ere I journey to your father's house.
Go on and fetch our horses back again.
Evermore cross'd and cross'd; nothing but cross'd!
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