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Cath . Well have you heard , but something hard of hearing . They call me
Catharine , that do talk of me . Pét . You lie , in faith , for you are call'd plain Kate .
Ard bonny Kate , and sometimes Kate the curft : But Kate , the prettiest Kate in ...
Cath . Well have you heard , but something hard of hearing . They call me
Catharine , that do talk of me . Pét . You lie , in faith , for you are call'd plain Kate .
Ard bonny Kate , and sometimes Kate the curft : But Kate , the prettiest Kate in ...
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3 If you Cath . Ay , for a turtle , as he takes a buzzard . Pet . Come , come , you
walp , i ' faith , you are too angry : Cath . If I be waspish , ' best beware my sting .
Pet . My Remedy is then to pluck it out . Cath . Ah , if the fool could find it , where it
...
3 If you Cath . Ay , for a turtle , as he takes a buzzard . Pet . Come , come , you
walp , i ' faith , you are too angry : Cath . If I be waspish , ' best beware my sting .
Pet . My Remedy is then to pluck it out . Cath . Ah , if the fool could find it , where it
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Cath . I chafe you if I tarry ; let me go . Pet . 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 , paffing courteous , But
slow in ...
Cath . I chafe you if I tarry ; let me go . Pet . 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 , paffing courteous , But
slow in ...
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It cannot be . Cath . Let me intreat you . Pet . I am contentCath . Are you content to
stay ? Pet . I am content , you shall intreat me , stay ; But yet not stay , intreat me
how you can . Cath . Now , if you love me , stay . Pet . Grumio , my horses . . Gru .
It cannot be . Cath . Let me intreat you . Pet . I am contentCath . Are you content to
stay ? Pet . I am content , you shall intreat me , stay ; But yet not stay , intreat me
how you can . Cath . Now , if you love me , stay . Pet . Grumio , my horses . . Gru .
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Cath . I like it well ; good Grumio , fetch it me . Gru . I.cannot tell ; -I fear , it's
choleric : What say you to a piece of beef and mustard ? Cath . A dish , that I do
love to feed upon . Gru . Ay , but the mustard is too hot a little . Cath . Why , then
the beef ...
Cath . I like it well ; good Grumio , fetch it me . Gru . I.cannot tell ; -I fear , it's
choleric : What say you to a piece of beef and mustard ? Cath . A dish , that I do
love to feed upon . Gru . Ay , but the mustard is too hot a little . Cath . Why , then
the beef ...
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Page 33 - I must have liberty Withal, as large a charter as the wind, To blow on whom I please...
Page 306 - element,' but the word is over-worn. \Exit. Vio. This fellow is wise enough to play the fool ; And to do that well craves a kind of wit : He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time, And, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye.
Page 32 - Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven ; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot ; And thereby hangs a tale.
Page 25 - Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty: For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly: let me go with you; I'll do the service of a younger man In all your business and necessities.
Page 63 - Hero had turned nun, if it had not been for a hot midsummer night ; for good youth, he went but forth to wash him in the Hellespont, and being taken with the cramp, was drowned, and the foolish chroniclers of that age found it was — Hero of Sestos. But these are all lies ; men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.
Page 21 - The seasons' difference; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say,— This is no flattery: these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.