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... rather . - She's too rough for me . There , there , Hortenfio , will you any wife ? Cath . I pray you , Sir , is it your will To make a ftale of me amongft thefe mates ? Hor . Mates , maid ! how mean you that 176 The TAMING Act I.
... rather . - She's too rough for me . There , there , Hortenfio , will you any wife ? Cath . I pray you , Sir , is it your will To make a ftale of me amongft thefe mates ? Hor . Mates , maid ! how mean you that 176 The TAMING Act I.
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... Cath . I'faith , Sir , you fhall never need to fear . I wis it is not half way to her heart : But if it were , doubt not , her care fhall be To comb your noddle with a three legg'd stool ,. And paint your face , and ufe you like a fool ...
... Cath . I'faith , Sir , you fhall never need to fear . I wis it is not half way to her heart : But if it were , doubt not , her care fhall be To comb your noddle with a three legg'd stool ,. And paint your face , and ufe you like a fool ...
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... Cath . Why , and I truft I may go too , may I not ? What , fhall I be appointed hours , as tho ' , belike , I knew not what to take , and what to leave ? ha ! [ Exit . SCENE III . Gre . You may go to the devil's dam . Your gifts are to ...
... Cath . Why , and I truft I may go too , may I not ? What , fhall I be appointed hours , as tho ' , belike , I knew not what to take , and what to leave ? ha ! [ Exit . SCENE III . Gre . You may go to the devil's dam . Your gifts are to ...
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... Cath . Of all thy fuitors here , I charge thee , tell Whom thou lov'ft beft : fee , thou diffemble not . Bian . Believe me , fifter , of all men alive I never yet beheld that fpecial face , Which I could fancy more than any other . Cath ...
... Cath . Of all thy fuitors here , I charge thee , tell Whom thou lov'ft beft : fee , thou diffemble not . Bian . Believe me , fifter , of all men alive I never yet beheld that fpecial face , Which I could fancy more than any other . Cath ...
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... Cath . Bap . Was ever gentleman thus griev'd as I ? But who comes here ? SCENE II . Enter Gremio , Lucentio in the habit of a mean man ; Petruchio with Hortenfio , like a musician ; Tranio and Biondello bearing a lute and books . Gre ...
... Cath . Bap . Was ever gentleman thus griev'd as I ? But who comes here ? SCENE II . Enter Gremio , Lucentio in the habit of a mean man ; Petruchio with Hortenfio , like a musician ; Tranio and Biondello bearing a lute and books . Gre ...
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