The Taming of the Shrew
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Signor Petruchio.
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Father.
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'Tis thus: yourself and all the world
That talk'd of her have talk'd amiss of her.

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She is not proud, but modest as the dove.
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She is not hot, but temperate as the morn.
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And to conclude,
we have 'greed so well together

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That upon Sunday is the wedding-day.
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I'll see thee hang'd on Sunday first.
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'Twas bargain'd 'twixt us, when we were alone,
That she shall still seem curst in company.

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Of all things living, a man's the worst.
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I tell you 'tis incredible to believe
How much she loves me.

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I'll see thee hang'd on Sunday first.
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O, my sweet Katharina. O, the kindest Kate!
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She hung about my neck, and kiss on kiss
She vied so fast, protesting oath on oath,

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That in a twink she won me to her love.
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O, you are novices. 'Ris a world to see,
When she and I are both alone,

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How tame a milksop wretch
can make the cursest shrew.

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Of all things living, a man's the worst.
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Petruchio!

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