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Taming of the Shrew
[Prologue, 1] |
Lord |
26 |
Thou art a fool; if Echo were as fleet,
I would esteem him worth a dozen such.
But sup them well, and look unto them all;
To-morrow I intend to hunt again.
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2 |
Taming of the Shrew
[Prologue, 1] |
Second Huntsman |
33 |
He breathes, my lord. Were he not warm'd with ale,
This were a bed but cold to sleep so soundly.
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3 |
Taming of the Shrew
[Prologue, 1] |
Lord |
35 |
O monstrous beast, how like a swine he lies!
Grim death, how foul and loathsome is thine image!
Sirs, I will practise on this drunken man.
What think you, if he were convey'd to bed,
Wrapp'd in sweet clothes, rings put upon his fingers,
A most delicious banquet by his bed,
And brave attendants near him when he wakes,
Would not the beggar then forget himself?
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4 |
Taming of the Shrew
[Prologue, 1] |
Player |
107 |
Fear not, my lord; we can contain ourselves,
Were he the veriest antic in the world.
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5 |
Taming of the Shrew
[Prologue, 2] |
First Servant |
228 |
O, yes, my lord, but very idle words;
For though you lay here in this goodly chamber,
Yet would you say ye were beaten out of door;
And rail upon the hostess of the house,
And say you would present her at the leet,
Because she brought stone jugs and no seal'd quarts.
Sometimes you would call out for Cicely Hacket.
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6 |
Taming of the Shrew
[Prologue, 2] |
Third Servant |
236 |
Why, sir, you know no house nor no such maid,
Nor no such men as you have reckon'd up,
As Stephen Sly, and old John Naps of Greece,
And Peter Turph, and Henry Pimpernell;
And twenty more such names and men as these,
Which never were, nor no man ever saw.
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7 |
Taming of the Shrew
[I, 1] |
Hortensio |
355 |
Mates, maid! How mean you that? No mates for you,
Unless you were of gentler, milder mould.
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8 |
Taming of the Shrew
[I, 1] |
Katherina |
357 |
I' faith, sir, you shall never need to fear;
Iwis it is not halfway to her heart;
But if it were, doubt not her care should be
To comb your noddle with a three-legg'd stool,
And paint your face, and use you like a fool.
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9 |
Taming of the Shrew
[I, 1] |
Biondello |
533 |
The better for him; would I were so too!
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10 |
Taming of the Shrew
[I, 2] |
Petruchio |
614 |
Signior Hortensio, 'twixt such friends as we
Few words suffice; and therefore, if thou know
One rich enough to be Petruchio's wife,
As wealth is burden of my wooing dance,
Be she as foul as was Florentius' love,
As old as Sibyl, and as curst and shrewd
As Socrates' Xanthippe or a worse-
She moves me not, or not removes, at least,
Affection's edge in me, were she as rough
As are the swelling Adriatic seas.
I come to wive it wealthily in Padua;
If wealthily, then happily in Padua.
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11 |
Taming of the Shrew
[I, 2] |
Hortensio |
631 |
Petruchio, since we are stepp'd thus far in,
I will continue that I broach'd in jest.
I can, Petruchio, help thee to a wife
With wealth enough, and young and beauteous;
Brought up as best becomes a gentlewoman;
Her only fault, and that is faults enough,
Is- that she is intolerable curst,
And shrewd and froward so beyond all measure
That, were my state far worser than it is,
I would not wed her for a mine of gold.
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12 |
Taming of the Shrew
[I, 2] |
Lucentio |
702 |
Whate'er I read to her, I'll plead for you
As for my patron, stand you so assur'd,
As firmly as yourself were still in place;
Yea, and perhaps with more successful words
Than you, unless you were a scholar, sir.
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13 |
Taming of the Shrew
[I, 2] |
Gremio |
742 |
O Sir, such a life with such a wife were strange!
But if you have a stomach, to't a God's name;
You shall have me assisting you in all.
But will you woo this wild-cat?
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14 |
Taming of the Shrew
[I, 2] |
Grumio |
768 |
I would I were as sure of a good dinner.
Enter TRANIO, bravely apparelled as LUCENTIO, and BIONDELLO
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15 |
Taming of the Shrew
[I, 2] |
Tranio |
791 |
Softly, my masters! If you be gentlemen,
Do me this right- hear me with patience.
Baptista is a noble gentleman,
To whom my father is not all unknown,
And, were his daughter fairer than she is,
She may more suitors have, and me for one.
Fair Leda's daughter had a thousand wooers;
Then well one more may fair Bianca have;
And so she shall: Lucentio shall make one,
Though Paris came in hope to speed alone.
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Taming of the Shrew
[II, 1] |
Katherina |
1041 |
Mov'd! in good time! Let him that mov'd you hither
Remove you hence. I knew you at the first
You were a moveable.
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17 |
Taming of the Shrew
[II, 1] |
Petruchio |
1092 |
No, not a whit; I find you passing gentle.
'Twas told me you were rough, and coy, and sullen,
And now I find report a very liar;
For thou art pleasant, gamesome, passing courteous,
But slow in speech, yet sweet as springtime flowers.
Thou canst not frown, thou canst not look askance,
Nor bite the lip, as angry wenches will,
Nor hast thou pleasure to be cross in talk;
But thou with mildness entertain'st thy wooers;
With gentle conference, soft and affable.
Why does the world report that Kate doth limp?
O sland'rous world! Kate like the hazel-twig
Is straight and slender, and as brown in hue
As hazel-nuts, and sweeter than the kernels.
O, let me see thee walk. Thou dost not halt.
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Taming of the Shrew
[II, 1] |
Petruchio |
1133 |
How but well, sir? how but well?
It were impossible I should speed amiss.
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Taming of the Shrew
[II, 1] |
Gremio |
1252 |
Adieu, good neighbour. Exit BAPTISTA
Now, I fear thee not.
Sirrah young gamester, your father were a fool
To give thee all, and in his waning age
Set foot under thy table. Tut, a toy!
An old Italian fox is not so kind, my boy. Exit
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Taming of the Shrew
[III, 1] |
Hortensio |
1357 |
But I have cause to pry into this pedant;
Methinks he looks as though he were in love.
Yet if thy thoughts, Bianca, be so humble
To cast thy wand'ring eyes on every stale-
Seize thee that list. If once I find thee ranging,
Hortensio will be quit with thee by changing. Exit
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