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To cast thy wandering eyes on every stale,
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Seize thee that list: if once I find thee ranging,
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Hortensio will be quit with thee by changing.
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BAPTISTA:
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KATHARINA:
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No shame but mine: I must, forsooth, be forced
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To give my hand opposed against my heart
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Unto a mad-brain rudesby full of spleen;
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Who woo'd in haste and means to wed at leisure.
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I told you, I, he was a frantic fool,
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Hiding his bitter jests in blunt behavior:
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And, to be noted for a merry man,
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He'll woo a thousand, 'point the day of marriage,
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Make feasts, invite friends, and proclaim the banns;
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Yet never means to wed where he hath woo'd.
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Now must the world point at poor Katharina,
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And say, 'Lo, there is mad Petruchio's wife,
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If it would please him come and marry her!'
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TRANIO:
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Patience, good Katharina, and Baptista too.
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Upon my life, Petruchio means but well,
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Whatever fortune stays him from his word:
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Though he be blunt, I know him passing wise;
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Though he be merry, yet withal he's honest.
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KATHARINA:
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Would Katharina had never seen him though!
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BAPTISTA:
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Go, girl; I cannot blame thee now to weep;
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For such an injury would vex a very saint,
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Much more a shrew of thy impatient humour.
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BIONDELLO:
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Master, master! news, old news, and such news as
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you never heard of!
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BAPTISTA:
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Is it new and old too? how may that be?
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BIONDELLO:
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Why, is it not news, to hear of Petruchio's coming?
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BAPTISTA:
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Is he come?
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BIONDELLO:
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Why, no, sir.
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BAPTISTA:
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What then?
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BIONDELLO:
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He is coming.
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BAPTISTA:
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When will he be here?
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BIONDELLO:
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When he stands where I am and sees you there.
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TRANIO:
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But say, what to thine old news?
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BIONDELLO:
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Why, Petruchio is coming in a new hat and an old
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jerkin, a pair of old breeches thrice turned, a pair
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of boots that have been candle-cases, one buckled,
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another laced, an old rusty sword ta'en out of the
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town-armory, with a broken hilt, and chapeless;
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with two broken points: his horse hipped with an
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old mothy saddle and stirrups of no kindred;
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besides, possessed with the glanders and like to mose
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in the chine; troubled with the lampass, infected
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with the fashions, full of wingdalls, sped with
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spavins, rayed with yellows, past cure of the fives,
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stark spoiled with the staggers, begnawn with the
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bots, swayed in the back and shoulder-shotten;
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near-legged before and with, a half-chequed bit
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and a head-stall of sheeps leather which, being
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restrained to keep him from stumbling, hath been
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often burst and now repaired with knots; one girth
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six time pieced and a woman's crupper of velure,
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which hath two letters for her name fairly set down
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in studs, and here and there pieced with packthread.
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BAPTISTA:
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Who comes with him?
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BIONDELLO:
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O, sir, his lackey, for all the world caparisoned
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like the horse; with a linen stock on one leg and a
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kersey boot-hose on the other, gartered with a red
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and blue list; an old hat and 'the humour of forty
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fancies' pricked in't for a feather: a monster, a
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very monster in apparel, and not like a Christian
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footboy or a gentleman's lackey.
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