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Taming of the Shrew
[Prologue, 2] |
Christopher Sly |
152 |
I am Christophero Sly; call not me 'honour' nor 'lordship.' I
ne'er drank sack in my life; and if you give me any conserves,
give me conserves of beef. Ne'er ask me what raiment I'll wear,
for I have no more doublets than backs, no more stockings than
legs, nor no more shoes than feet- nay, sometime more feet than
shoes, or such shoes as my toes look through the overleather.
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2 |
Taming of the Shrew
[I, 1] |
Tranio |
468 |
Nay, then 'tis time to stir him from his trance.
I pray, awake, sir. If you love the maid,
Bend thoughts and wits to achieve her. Thus it stands:
Her elder sister is so curst and shrewd
That, till the father rid his hands of her,
Master, your love must live a maid at home;
And therefore has he closely mew'd her up,
Because she will not be annoy'd with suitors.
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3 |
Taming of the Shrew
[I, 1] |
Biondello |
517 |
Where have I been! Nay, how now! where are you?
Master, has my fellow Tranio stol'n your clothes?
Or you stol'n his? or both? Pray, what's the news?
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4 |
Taming of the Shrew
[I, 2] |
Grumio |
580 |
Nay, 'tis no matter, sir, what he 'leges in Latin. If this
be not a lawful cause for me to leave his service- look you, sir:
he bid me knock him and rap him soundly, sir. Well, was it fit
for a servant to use his master so; being, perhaps, for aught I
see, two and thirty, a pip out?
Whom would to God I had well knock'd at first,
Then had not Grumio come by the worst.
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5 |
Taming of the Shrew
[I, 2] |
Grumio |
626 |
Nay, look you, sir, he tells you flatly what his mind is.
Why, give him gold enough and marry him to a puppet or an
aglet-baby, or an old trot with ne'er a tooth in her head, though
she has as many diseases as two and fifty horses. Why, nothing
comes amiss, so money comes withal.
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6 |
Taming of the Shrew
[II, 1] |
Bianca |
854 |
Is it for him you do envy me so?
Nay, then you jest; and now I well perceive
You have but jested with me all this while.
I prithee, sister Kate, untie my hands.
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7 |
Taming of the Shrew
[II, 1] |
Katherina |
871 |
What, will you not suffer me? Nay, now I see
She is your treasure, she must have a husband;
I must dance bare-foot on her wedding-day,
And for your love to her lead apes in hell.
Talk not to me; I will go sit and weep,
Till I can find occasion of revenge. Exit KATHERINA
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8 |
Taming of the Shrew
[II, 1] |
Petruchio |
1067 |
What, with my tongue in your tail? Nay, come again,
Good Kate; I am a gentleman.
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9 |
Taming of the Shrew
[II, 1] |
Petruchio |
1078 |
Nay, come, Kate, come; you must not look so sour.
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10 |
Taming of the Shrew
[II, 1] |
Petruchio |
1090 |
Nay, hear you, Kate- in sooth, you scape not so.
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11 |
Taming of the Shrew
[II, 1] |
Tranio |
1152 |
Is this your speeding? Nay, then good-night our part!
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12 |
Taming of the Shrew
[II, 1] |
Gremio |
1234 |
Nay, I have off'red all; I have no more;
And she can have no more than all I have;
If you like me, she shall have me and mine.
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13 |
Taming of the Shrew
[III, 2] |
Biondello |
1438 |
Nay, by Saint Jamy,
I hold you a penny,
A horse and a man
Is more than one,
And yet not many.
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14 |
Taming of the Shrew
[III, 2] |
Katherina |
1573 |
Nay, then,
Do what thou canst, I will not go to-day;
No, nor to-morrow, not till I please myself.
The door is open, sir; there lies your way;
You may be jogging whiles your boots are green;
For me, I'll not be gone till I please myself.
'Tis like you'll prove a jolly surly groom
That take it on you at the first so roundly.
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15 |
Taming of the Shrew
[III, 2] |
Petruchio |
1588 |
They shall go forward, Kate, at thy command.
Obey the bride, you that attend on her;
Go to the feast, revel and domineer,
Carouse full measure to her maidenhead;
Be mad and merry, or go hang yourselves.
But for my bonny Kate, she must with me.
Nay, look not big, nor stamp, nor stare, nor fret;
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. Grumio,
Draw forth thy weapon; we are beset with thieves;
Rescue thy mistress, if thou be a man.
Fear not, sweet wench; they shall not touch thee, Kate;
I'll buckler thee against a million.
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16 |
Taming of the Shrew
[III, 2] |
Baptista Minola |
1607 |
Nay, let them go, a couple of quiet ones.
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17 |
Taming of the Shrew
[IV, 1] |
Petruchio |
1738 |
Go, rascals, go and fetch my supper in.
[Exeunt some of the SERVINGMEN]
[Sings] Where is the life that late I led?
Where are those-
Sit down, Kate, and welcome. Soud, soud, soud, soud!
[Re-enter SERVANTS with supper]
Why, when, I say? Nay, good sweet Kate, be merry.
Off with my boots, you rogues! you villains, when?
[Sings] It was the friar of orders grey,
As he forth walked on his way-
Out, you rogue! you pluck my foot awry;
Take that, and mend the plucking off the other.
[Strikes him]
Be merry, Kate. Some water, here, what, ho!
[Enter one with water]
Where's my spaniel Troilus? Sirrah, get you hence,
And bid my cousin Ferdinand come hither:
[Exit SERVINGMAN]
One, Kate, that you must kiss and be acquainted with.
Where are my slippers? Shall I have some water?
Come, Kate, and wash, and welcome heartily.
You whoreson villain! will you let it fall? [Strikes him]
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18 |
Taming of the Shrew
[IV, 2] |
Tranio |
1870 |
Mistress Bianca, bless you with such grace
As 'longeth to a lover's blessed case!
Nay, I have ta'en you napping, gentle love,
And have forsworn you with Hortensio.
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19 |
Taming of the Shrew
[IV, 3] |
Grumio |
1983 |
Nay, then I will not; you shall have the mustard,
Or else you get no beef of Grumio.
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20 |
Taming of the Shrew
[IV, 3] |
Petruchio |
1997 |
Pluck up thy spirits, look cheerfully upon me.
Here, love, thou seest how diligent I am,
To dress thy meat myself, and bring it thee.
I am sure, sweet Kate, this kindness merits thanks.
What, not a word? Nay, then thou lov'st it not,
And all my pains is sorted to no proof.
Here, take away this dish.
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