Speeches (Lines) for Petruchio
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Verona, for a while I take my leave,
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Villain, I say, knock me here soundly. |
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Villain, I say, knock me at this gate,
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Will it not be?
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Now knock when I bid you, sirrah villain! |
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Signior Hortensio, come you to part the fray?
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A senseless villain! Good Hortensio,
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Sirrah, be gone, or talk not, I advise you. |
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Such wind as scatters young men through the world
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Signior Hortensio, 'twixt such friends as we
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Hortensio, peace! thou know'st not gold's effect.
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I know her father, though I know not her;
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Peace, sirrah! |
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I know she is an irksome brawling scold;
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Born in Verona, old Antonio's son.
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Will I live? |
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Why came I hither but to that intent?
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Not her that chides, sir, at any hand, I pray. |
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Hortensio, to what end are all these words? |
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Sir, sir, the first's for me; let her go by. |
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Sir, understand you this of me, in sooth:
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And you, good sir! Pray, have you not a daughter
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You wrong me, Signior Gremio; give me leave.
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I see you do not mean to part with her;
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Petruchio is my name, Antonio's son,
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O, pardon me, Signior Gremio! I would fain be doing. |
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Signior Baptista, my business asketh haste,
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28 |
And for that dowry, I'll assure her of
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Why, that is nothing; for I tell you, father,
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30 |
Ay, to the proof, as mountains are for winds,
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Now, by the world, it is a lusty wench;
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32 |
I pray you do. Exeunt all but PETRUCHIO
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33 |
You lie, in faith, for you are call'd plain Kate,
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Why, what's a moveable? |
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Thou hast hit it. Come, sit on me. |
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Women are made to bear, and so are you. |
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Alas, good Kate, I will not burden thee!
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38 |
Should be! should- buzz! |
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O, slow-wing'd turtle, shall a buzzard take thee? |
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40 |
Come, come, you wasp; i' faith, you are too angry. |
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My remedy is then to pluck it out. |
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Who knows not where a wasp does wear his sting?
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43 |
Whose tongue? |
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What, with my tongue in your tail? Nay, come again,
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I swear I'll cuff you, if you strike again. |
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A herald, Kate? O, put me in thy books! |
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A combless cock, so Kate will be my hen. |
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Nay, come, Kate, come; you must not look so sour. |
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Why, here's no crab; and therefore look not sour. |
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Then show it me. |
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What, you mean my face? |
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Now, by Saint George, I am too young for you. |
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'Tis with cares. |
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Nay, hear you, Kate- in sooth, you scape not so. |
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No, not a whit; I find you passing gentle.
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Did ever Dian so become a grove
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It is extempore, from my mother wit. |
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Am I not wise? |
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Marry, so I mean, sweet Katherine, in thy bed.
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How but well, sir? how but well?
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Father, 'tis thus: yourself and all the world
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Be patient, gentlemen. I choose her for myself;
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Father, and wife, and gentlemen, adieu.
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Come, where be these gallants? Who's at home? |
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And yet I come not well. |
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Were it better, I should rush in thus.
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Tedious it were to tell, and harsh to hear;
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Not I, believe me; thus I'll visit her. |
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Good sooth, even thus; therefore ha' done with words;
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Gentlemen and friends, I thank you for your pains.
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I must away to-day before night come.
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It may not be. |
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It cannot be. |
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I am content. |
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I am content you shall entreat me stay;
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Grumio, my horse. |
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O Kate, content thee; prithee be not angry. |
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They shall go forward, Kate, at thy command.
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Where be these knaves? What, no man at door
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Here, sir! here, sir! here, sir! here, sir!
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YOU peasant swain! you whoreson malt-horse drudge!
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Go, rascals, go and fetch my supper in.
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A whoreson, beetle-headed, flap-ear'd knave!
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Who brought it? |
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'Tis burnt; and so is all the meat.
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I tell thee, Kate, 'twas burnt and dried away,
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Thus have I politicly begun my reign,
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How fares my Kate? What, sweeting, all amort? |
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Pluck up thy spirits, look cheerfully upon me.
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The poorest service is repaid with thanks;
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[Aside] Eat it up all, Hortensio, if thou lovest me.-
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Why, this was moulded on a porringer;
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When you are gentle, you shall have one too,
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Why, thou say'st true; it is a paltry cap,
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Thy gown? Why, ay. Come, tailor, let us see't.
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Marry, and did; but if you be rememb'red,
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Why, true; he means to make a puppet of thee. |
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O monstrous arrogance! Thou liest, thou thread, thou
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Read it. |
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Proceed. |
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Ay, there's the villainy. |
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Well, sir, in brief, the gown is not for me. |
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Go, take it up unto thy master's use. |
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Why, sir, what's your conceit in that? |
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[Aside] Hortensio, say thou wilt see the tailor paid.-
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Well, come, my Kate; we will unto your father's
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It shall be seven ere I go to horse.
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Come on, a God's name; once more toward our father's.
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I say it is the moon that shines so bright. |
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Now by my mother's son, and that's myself,
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I say it is the moon. |
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Nay, then you lie; it is the blessed sun. |
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Well, forward, forward! thus the bowl should run,
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Why, how now, Kate, I hope thou art not mad!
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Do, good old grandsire, and withal make known
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What is his name? |
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Happily met; the happier for thy son.
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118 |
Come, go along, and see the truth hereof;
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119 |
Sir, here's the door; this is Lucentio's house;
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Nay, I told you your son was well beloved in Padua. Do
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121 |
[To VINCENTIO] Why, how now, gentleman!
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Prithee, Kate, let's stand aside and see the end of this
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First kiss me, Kate, and we will. |
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What, art thou asham'd of me? |
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Why, then, let's home again. Come, sirrah, let's away. |
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126 |
Is not this well? Come, my sweet Kate:
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Nothing but sit and sit, and eat and eat! |
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Padua affords nothing but what is kind. |
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129 |
Now, for my life, Hortensio fears his widow. |
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YOU are very sensible, and yet you miss my sense:
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Roundly replied. |
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Conceives by me! How likes Hortensio that? |
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Very well mended. Kiss him for that, good widow. |
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134 |
To her, Kate! |
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135 |
A hundred marks, my Kate does put her down. |
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136 |
Spoke like an officer- ha' to thee, lad. |
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137 |
Nay, that you shall not; since you have begun,
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138 |
She hath prevented me. Here, Signior Tranio,
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A good swift simile, but something currish. |
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140 |
'A has a little gall'd me, I confess;
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141 |
Well, I say no; and therefore, for assurance,
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142 |
Twenty crowns?
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143 |
A match! 'tis done. |
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144 |
How! She's busy, and she cannot come!
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145 |
I hope better. |
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146 |
O, ho! entreat her!
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147 |
Worse and worse; she will not come! O vile,
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What? |
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149 |
The fouler fortune mine, and there an end. |
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150 |
Where is your sister, and Hortensio's wife? |
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Go, fetch them hither; if they deny to come.
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152 |
Marry, peace it bodes, and love, and quiet life,
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153 |
Nay, I will win my wager better yet,
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154 |
Katherine, I charge thee, tell these headstrong women
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Come on, I say; and first begin with her. |
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I say she shall. And first begin with her. |
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Why, there's a wench! Come on, and kiss me, Kate. |
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Come, Kate, we'll to bed.
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