I pray you, sir, is it your will To make a stale of me amongst these mates?
"Mates", maid? how mean you that? No mates for you Unless you were of a gentler milder mould.
From all such devils, good Lord, deliver us!
I'faith, sir, you shall never need to fair. I wis it not halfway to her heart. But if it were, doubt not her care should be. To comb you noddle with a three-legged stool And paint your face and use you like a fool
And me too, good Lord!
Husht,master, here's some good pastime toward. That wrench is stark mad or wonderful froward.
But in the other's silence do i see Maid's mild behavior and sobriety. Peace, Tranio
Gentlemen, that i may soon make good What I have said- Bianca, get you in, And let it not displease thee, good Bianca, For I will love thee nee'er the less, my girl
A pretty peat! It is beat Put finger in the eye, and she knew why.
Sister, content you in my discontent.- Sir, to your pleasure humbly I subscribe. My books and instruments shall be my company , On them to look and practice by myself.
Hark Tranio! Thou may'st hear Minerva speak.
Signior Baptista, will you be so strange? Sorry am I that our goodwill effects Bianca's grief
Why will you mew her up, Signior Baptsista, for this fiend of hell And make her bear the penance of her tongue