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Why, no; for she hath broke the lute to me.
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I did but tell her she mistook her frets,
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And bow'd her hand to teach her fingering;
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When, with a most impatient devilish spirit,
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'Frets, call you these?' quoth she; 'I'll fume
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with them:'
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And, with that word, she struck me on the head,
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And through the instrument my pate made way;
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And there I stood amazed for a while,
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As on a pillory, looking through the lute;
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While she did call me rascal fiddler
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And twangling Jack; with twenty such vile terms,
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As had she studied to misuse me so.
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PETRUCHIO:
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Now, by the world, it is a lusty wench;
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I love her ten times more than e'er I did:
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O, how I long to have some chat with her!
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BAPTISTA:
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Well, go with me and be not so discomfited:
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Proceed in practise with my younger daughter;
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She's apt to learn and thankful for good turns.
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Signior Petruchio, will you go with us,
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Or shall I send my daughter Kate to you?
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PETRUCHIO:
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I pray you do.
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I will attend her here,
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And woo her with some spirit when she comes.
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Say that she rail; why then I'll tell her plain
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She sings as sweetly as a nightingale:
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Say that she frown, I'll say she looks as clear
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As morning roses newly wash'd with dew:
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Say she be mute and will not speak a word;
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Then I'll commend her volubility,
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And say she uttereth piercing eloquence:
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If she do bid me pack, I'll give her thanks,
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As though she bid me stay by her a week:
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If she deny to wed, I'll crave the day
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When I shall ask the banns and when be married.
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But here she comes; and now, Petruchio, speak.
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Good morrow, Kate; for that's your name, I hear.
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KATHARINA:
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Well have you heard, but something hard of hearing:
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They call me Katharina that do talk of me.
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PETRUCHIO:
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You lie, in faith; for you are call'd plain Kate,
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And bonny Kate and sometimes Kate the curst;
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But Kate, the prettiest Kate in Christendom
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Kate of Kate Hall, my super-dainty Kate,
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For dainties are all Kates, and therefore, Kate,
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Take this of me, Kate of my consolation;
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Hearing thy mildness praised in every town,
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Thy virtues spoke of, and thy beauty sounded,
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Yet not so deeply as to thee belongs,
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Myself am moved to woo thee for my wife.
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KATHARINA:
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Moved! in good time: let him that moved you hither
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Remove you hence: I knew you at the first
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You were a moveable.
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PETRUCHIO:
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Why, what's a moveable?
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KATHARINA:
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A join'd-stool.
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PETRUCHIO:
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Thou hast hit it: come, sit on me.
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KATHARINA:
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Asses are made to bear, and so are you.
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PETRUCHIO:
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Women are made to bear, and so are you.
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KATHARINA:
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No such jade as you, if me you mean.
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PETRUCHIO:
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Alas! good Kate, I will not burden thee;
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For, knowing thee to be but young and light--
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KATHARINA:
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Too light for such a swain as you to catch;
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And yet as heavy as my weight should be.
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PETRUCHIO:
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Should be! should--buzz!
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KATHARINA:
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Well ta'en, and like a buzzard.
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PETRUCHIO:
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O slow-wing'd turtle! shall a buzzard take thee?
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