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Taming of the Shrew
[Prologue, 2] |
Page |
265 |
Thrice noble lord, let me entreat of you
To pardon me yet for a night or two;
Or, if not so, until the sun be set.
For your physicians have expressly charg'd,
In peril to incur your former malady,
That I should yet absent me from your bed.
I hope this reason stands for my excuse.
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2 |
Taming of the Shrew
[II, 1] |
Petruchio |
916 |
O, pardon me, Signior Gremio! I would fain be doing.
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3 |
Taming of the Shrew
[II, 1] |
Tranio |
928 |
Pardon me, sir, the boldness is mine own
That, being a stranger in this city here,
Do make myself a suitor to your daughter,
Unto Bianca, fair and virtuous.
Nor is your firm resolve unknown to me
In the preferment of the eldest sister.
This liberty is all that I request-
That, upon knowledge of my parentage,
I may have welcome 'mongst the rest that woo,
And free access and favour as the rest.
And toward the education of your daughters
I here bestow a simple instrument,
And this small packet of Greek and Latin books.
If you accept them, then their worth is great.
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4 |
Taming of the Shrew
[II, 1] |
Baptista Minola |
1239 |
I must confess your offer is the best;
And let your father make her the assurance,
She is your own. Else, you must pardon me;
If you should die before him, where's her dower?
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5 |
Taming of the Shrew
[IV, 4] |
Baptista Minola |
2197 |
Sir, pardon me in what I have to say.
Your plainness and your shortness please me well.
Right true it is your son Lucentio here
Doth love my daughter, and she loveth him,
Or both dissemble deeply their affections;
And therefore, if you say no more than this,
That like a father you will deal with him,
And pass my daughter a sufficient dower,
The match is made, and all is done-
Your son shall have my daughter with consent.
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6 |
Taming of the Shrew
[IV, 5] |
Katherina |
2312 |
Pardon, old father, my mistaking eyes,
That have been so bedazzled with the sun
That everything I look on seemeth green;
Now I perceive thou art a reverend father.
Pardon, I pray thee, for my mad mistaking.
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7 |
Taming of the Shrew
[V, 1] |
Lucentio |
2447 |
[Kneeling] Pardon, sweet father.
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8 |
Taming of the Shrew
[V, 1] |
Bianca |
2449 |
Pardon, dear father.
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Taming of the Shrew
[V, 1] |
Lucentio |
2461 |
Love wrought these miracles. Bianca's love
Made me exchange my state with Tranio,
While he did bear my countenance in the town;
And happily I have arrived at the last
Unto the wished haven of my bliss.
What Tranio did, myself enforc'd him to;
Then pardon him, sweet father, for my sake.
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