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Even such a woman oweth to her husband.
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And when she is froward, peevish, sullen, sour,
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And not obedient to his honest will,
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What is she but a foul contending rebel,
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And graceless traitor to her loving lord?
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I am asham'd that women are so simple
To offer war when they should kneel for peace,
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Or seek for rule, supremacy, and sway,
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When they are bound to serve, love, and obey.
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Why...
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are our bodies soft, and weak, and smooth,
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Unapt to toil and trouble in the world,
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But that our soft conditions and our hearts
Should well agree with our external parts?
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Come, you froward and unable worms.
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Come.
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My mind hath been as big as one of yours,
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My heart as great, my reason haply more,
To bandy word for word and frown for frown.
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But now I see our lances are but straws.
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Come, place your hands
below your husband's foot.
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In token of which duty, if he please,
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My hand is ready,
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may it do him ease.
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Why, there's a wench!
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Come on, and kiss me, Kate.