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I am as peremptory as she proud-minded;
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And where two raging fires meet together,
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They do consume
the thing that feeds their fury.
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Though little fire grows great with little wind,
Yet extreme gusts will blow out fire and all.
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So I to her, and so she yields to me,
For I am rough and woo not like a babe.
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Vile instrument! Fat-fingered gut plucker!
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Twangling Jack!
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But be thou arm'd for...
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some unhappy words.
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Signor Baptista! Master! Master!
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How now, my friend,
why dost thou look so pale?
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For fear, I promise you, if I look pale.
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And will my daughter prove a good musician?
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She'll sooner prove a soldier.
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Iron may hold with her, but never lutes.
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Now, by the world, it is a lusty wench.
O, how I long to have some chat with her.
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Come with me, and be not so discomfited.
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Proceed in practice with my younger daughter.
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Say that she rail, why then I'll tell her plain