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... face and use you like a fool . Hor . From all such devils , good Lord deliver us ! Gre . And me too , good Lord ! 60 Tra . Husht , master ! here's some good pastime toward : That wench is stark mad or wonderful froward . Luc . But in ...
... face and use you like a fool . Hor . From all such devils , good Lord deliver us ! Gre . And me too , good Lord ! 60 Tra . Husht , master ! here's some good pastime toward : That wench is stark mad or wonderful froward . Luc . But in ...
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... saw sweet beauty in her face , Such as the daughter of Agenor had , That made great Jove to humble him to her hand , When with his knees he kiss'd the Cretan strond . Tra . Saw you no more ? mark'd you not 36 Act I. Sc . i . THE TAMING.
... saw sweet beauty in her face , Such as the daughter of Agenor had , That made great Jove to humble him to her hand , When with his knees he kiss'd the Cretan strond . Tra . Saw you no more ? mark'd you not 36 Act I. Sc . i . THE TAMING.
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... faces For man or master ; then it follows thus ; Thou shalt be master , Tranio , in my stead , Keep house and port and servants , as I should : I will some other be ; some Florentine , Some Neapolitan , or meaner man of Pisa . ' Tis ...
... faces For man or master ; then it follows thus ; Thou shalt be master , Tranio , in my stead , Keep house and port and servants , as I should : I will some other be ; some Florentine , Some Neapolitan , or meaner man of Pisa . ' Tis ...
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... face and so dis- figure her with it that she shall have no more eyes to see withal than a cat . You know him not , sir . Hor . Tarry , Petruchio , I must go with thee ; For in Baptista's keep my treasure is : He hath the jewel of my ...
... face and so dis- figure her with it that she shall have no more eyes to see withal than a cat . You know him not , sir . Hor . Tarry , Petruchio , I must go with thee ; For in Baptista's keep my treasure is : He hath the jewel of my ...
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... face Which I could fancy more than any other . Kath . Minion , thou liest . Is ' t not Hortensio ? Bian . If you affect him , sister , here I swear ΙΟ I'll plead for you myself , but you shall have 49 OF THE SHREW Act II . Sc . i .
... face Which I could fancy more than any other . Kath . Minion , thou liest . Is ' t not Hortensio ? Bian . If you affect him , sister , here I swear ΙΟ I'll plead for you myself , but you shall have 49 OF THE SHREW Act II . Sc . i .
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Page 16 - Be brave then ; for your captain is brave, and vows reformation. There shall be, in England, seven halfpenny loaves sold for a penny : the three-hooped pot shall have ten hoops ; and I will make it felony to drink small beer : all the realm shall be in common, and in Cheapside shall my palfrey go to grass.
Page 25 - Who deserves greatness Deserves your hate. And your affections are A sick man's appetite, who desires most that Which would increase his evil. He that depends Upon your favours swims with fins of lead And hews down oaks with rushes. Hang ye! Trust ye? 180 With every minute you do change a mind, And call him noble that was now your hate, Him vile that was your garland.
Page 111 - 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 74 - 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 ; And here she stands, touch her whoever dare ; I'll bring mine action on the proudest he That stops my way in Padua.
Page 93 - tis the mind that makes the body rich ; And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds, So honor 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.
Page 111 - I am ashamed 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 32 - s be no stoics nor no stocks I pray ; Or so devote to Aristotle's checks As Ovid be an outcast quite abjured. Balk logic with acquaintance that you have, And practise rhetoric in your common talk : Music and poesy use to quicken you : 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 70 - What custom wills, in all things should we do't, The dust on antique time would lie unswept, And mountainous error be too highly heap'd For truth to o'erpeer. Rather than fool it so, Let the high office and the honour go. To one that would do thus.
Page 182 - PRISON WHEN Love with unconfined wings Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the grates; When I lie tangled in her hair And fettered to her eye, The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty. When flowing cups run swiftly round With no allaying Thames, Our careless heads with roses bound, Our hearts with loyal flames...