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Comedy of Errors
[IV, 1] |
Antipholus of Ephesus |
1001 |
Good Lord! you use this dalliance to excuse
Your breach of promise to the Porpentine.
I should have chid you for not bringing it,
But, like a shrew, you first begin to brawl.
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Cymbeline
[II, 3] |
Imogen |
1143 |
I am sprited with a fool.
Frighted, and anger'd worse: go bid my woman
Search for a jewel that too casually
Hath left mine arm: it was thy master's: 'shrew me,
If I would lose it for a revenue
Of any king's in Europe. I do think
I saw't this morning: confident I am
Last night 'twas on mine arm; I kiss'd it:
I hope it be not gone to tell my lord
That I kiss aught but he.
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3 |
Merchant of Venice
[V, 1] |
Lorenzo |
2469 |
In such a night
Did pretty Jessica, like a little shrew,
Slander her love, and he forgave it her.
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4 |
Taming of the Shrew
[II, 1] |
Petruchio |
1153 |
Be patient, gentlemen. I choose her for myself;
If she and I be pleas'd, what's that to you?
'Tis bargain'd 'twixt us twain, being alone,
That she shall still be curst in company.
I tell you 'tis incredible to believe.
How much she loves me- O, the kindest Kate!
She hung about my neck, and kiss on kiss
She vied so fast, protesting oath on oath,
That in a twink she won me to her love.
O, you are novices! 'Tis a world to see,
How tame, when men and women are alone,
A meacock wretch can make the curstest shrew.
Give me thy hand, Kate; I will unto Venice,
To buy apparel 'gainst the wedding-day.
Provide the feast, father, and bid the guests;
I will be sure my Katherine shall be fine.
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Taming of the Shrew
[III, 2] |
Baptista Minola |
1391 |
Go, girl, I cannot blame thee now to weep,
For such an injury would vex a very saint;
Much more a shrew of thy impatient humour.
[Enter BIONDELLO]
Master, master! News, and such old news as you never heard of!
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Taming of the Shrew
[IV, 1] |
Curtis |
1638 |
Is she so hot a shrew as she's reported?
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7 |
Taming of the Shrew
[IV, 1] |
Curtis |
1689 |
By this reck'ning he is more shrew than she.
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Taming of the Shrew
[IV, 1] |
Petruchio |
1799 |
Thus have I politicly begun my reign,
And 'tis my hope to end successfully.
My falcon now is sharp and passing empty.
And till she stoop she must not be full-gorg'd,
For then she never looks upon her lure.
Another way I have to man my haggard,
To make her come, and know her keeper's call,
That is, to watch her, as we watch these kites
That bate and beat, and will not be obedient.
She eat no meat to-day, nor none shall eat;
Last night she slept not, nor to-night she shall not;
As with the meat, some undeserved fault
I'll find about the making of the bed;
And here I'll fling the pillow, there the bolster,
This way the coverlet, another way the sheets;
Ay, and amid this hurly I intend
That all is done in reverend care of her-
And, in conclusion, she shall watch all night;
And if she chance to nod I'll rail and brawl
And with the clamour keep her still awake.
This is a way to kill a wife with kindness,
And thus I'll curb her mad and headstrong humour.
He that knows better how to tame a shrew,
Now let him speak; 'tis charity to show. Exit
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Taming of the Shrew
[IV, 2] |
Tranio |
1884 |
Ay, mistress; and Petruchio is the master,
That teacheth tricks eleven and twenty long,
To tame a shrew and charm her chattering tongue.
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Taming of the Shrew
[V, 2] |
Widow |
2517 |
Your husband, being troubled with a shrew,
Measures my husband's sorrow by his woe;
And now you know my meaning.
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Taming of the Shrew
[V, 2] |
Baptista Minola |
2555 |
Now, in good sadness, son Petruchio,
I think thou hast the veriest shrew of all.
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12 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 3] |
Sir Andrew Aguecheek |
159 |
Bless you, fair shrew.
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13 |
Winter's Tale
[I, 2] |
Camillo |
381 |
I would not be a stander-by to hear
My sovereign mistress clouded so, without
My present vengeance taken: 'shrew my heart,
You never spoke what did become you less
Than this; which to reiterate were sin
As deep as that, though true.
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