MACBETH. Act IV. Scene 1. (1M, 3F)

A cavern. In the middle, a boiling cauldron.

Thunder. Enter the three Witches First Witch Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd.Second Witch Thrice and once the hedge-pig whined.Third Witch Harpier cries 'Tis time, 'tis time.First Witch Round about the cauldron go;In the poison'd entrails throw.Toad, that under cold stoneDays and nights has thirty-oneSwelter'd venom sleeping got,Boil thou first i' the charmed pot.ALL Double, double toil and trouble;Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.Second Witch Fillet of a fenny snake,In the cauldron boil and bake;Eye of newt and toe of frog,Wool of bat and tongue of dog,Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting,Lizard's leg and owlet's wing,For a charm of powerful trouble,Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.ALL Double, double toil and trouble;Fire burn and cauldron bubble.Third Witch Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf,Witches' mummy, maw and gulfOf the ravin'd salt-sea shark,Root of hemlock digg'd i' the dark,Liver of blaspheming Jew,Gall of goat, and slips of yewSilver'd in the moon's eclipse,Nose of Turk and Tartar's lips,Finger of birth-strangled babeDitch-deliver'd by a drab,Make the gruel thick and slab:Add thereto a tiger's chaudron,For the ingredients of our cauldron.ALL Double, double toil and trouble;Fire burn and cauldron bubble.

Second Witch Cool it with a baboon's blood,Then the charm is firm and good.

Enter HECATE to the other three Witches

HECATE O well done! I commend your pains;And every one shall share i' the gains;And now about the cauldron sing,Live elves and fairies in a ring,Enchanting all that you put in.

Music and a song: 'Black spirits,' & c

HECATE retires

Second Witch By the pricking of my thumbs,Something wicked this way comes.Open, locks,Whoever knocks!

Enter MACBETH

MACBETH How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags!What is't you do?ALL A deed without a name.MACBETH I conjure you, by that which you profess,Howe'er you come to know it, answer me:Though you untie the winds and let them fightAgainst the churches; though the yesty wavesConfound and swallow navigation up;Though bladed corn be lodged and trees blown down;Though castles topple on their warders' heads;Though palaces and pyramids do slopeTheir heads to their foundations; though the treasureOf nature's germens tumble all together,Even till destruction sicken; answer meTo what I ask you.First Witch Speak.Second Witch Demand.Third Witch We'll answer.First Witch

Say, if thou'dst rather hear it from our mouths,Or from our masters?MACBETH Call 'em; let me see 'em.First Witch Pour in sow's blood, that hath eatenHer nine farrow; grease that's sweatenFrom the murderer's gibbet throwInto the flame.ALL Come, high or low;Thyself and office deftly show!

Thunder. First Apparition: an armed Head

MACBETH Tell me, thou unknown power,--First Witch He knows thy thought:Hear his speech, but say thou nought.First Apparition Macbeth! Macbeth! Macbeth! beware Macduff;Beware the thane of Fife. Dismiss me. Enough.

Descends

MACBETH Whate'er thou art, for thy good caution, thanks;Thou hast harp'd my fear aright: but oneword more,--

ALL Seek to know no more.

A MIDSUMMER NIGHT’S DREAM. Act III, Scene 2. (2 M, 2 F)

LYSANDER Helen, I love thee; by my life, I do:I swear by that which I will lose for thee,To prove him false that says I love thee not.DEMETRIUS I say I love thee more than he can do.LYSANDER If thou say so, withdraw, and prove it too.DEMETRIUS Quick, come!HERMIA Lysander, whereto tends all this?LYSANDER Away, you Ethiope!DEMETRIUS No, no; he'll [ ]Seem to break loose; take on as you would follow,But yet come not: you are a tame man, go!LYSANDER Hang off, thou cat, thou burr! vile thing, let loose,Or I will shake thee from me like a serpent!HERMIA Why are you grown so rude? what change is this?Sweet love,--LYSANDER Thy love! out, tawny Tartar, out!Out, loathed medicine! hated potion, hence!HERMIA Do you not jest?HELENA Yes, sooth; and so do you.LYSANDER Demetrius, I will keep my word with thee.DEMETRIUS I would I had your bond, for I perceiveA weak bond holds you: I'll not trust your word.LYSANDER What, should I hurt her, strike her, kill her dead?Although I hate her, I'll not harm her so.HERMIA What, can you do me greater harm than hate?Hate me! wherefore? O me! what news, my love!Am not I Hermia? are not you Lysander?I am as fair now as I was erewhile.Since night you loved me; yet since night you left

me:Why, then you left me--O, the gods forbid!--In earnest, shall I say?LYSANDER Ay, by my life;And never did desire to see thee more.Therefore be out of hope, of question, of doubt;Be certain, nothing truer; 'tis no jestThat I do hate thee and love Helena.HERMIA O me! you juggler! you canker-blossom!You thief of love! what, have you come by nightAnd stolen my love's heart from him?HELENA Fine, i'faith!Have you no modesty, no maiden shame,No touch of bashfulness? What, will you tearImpatient answers from my gentle tongue?Fie, fie! you counterfeit, you puppet, you!HERMIA Puppet? why so? ay, that way goes the game.Now I perceive that she hath made compareBetween our statures; she hath urged her height;And with her personage, her tall personage,Her height, forsooth, she hath prevail'd with him.And are you grown so high in his esteem;Because I am so dwarfish and so low?How low am I, thou painted maypole? speak;How low am I? I am not yet so lowBut that my nails can reach unto thine eyes.HELENA I pray you, though you mock me, gentlemen,Let her not hurt me: I was never curst;I have no gift at all in shrewishness;I am a right maid for my cowardice:Let her not strike me. You perhaps may think,Because she is something lower than myself,That I can match her.HERMIA Lower! hark, again.HELENA Good Hermia, do not be so bitter with me.I evermore did love you, Hermia,Did ever keep your counsels, never wrong'd you;Save that, in love unto Demetrius,I told him of your stealth unto this wood.He follow'd you; for love I follow'd him;But he hath chid me hence and threaten'd meTo strike me, spurn me, nay, to kill me too:And now, so you will let me quiet go,To Athens will I bear my folly back

And follow you no further: let me go:You see how simple and how fond I am.HERMIA Why, get you gone: who is't that hinders you?HELENA A foolish heart, that I leave here behind.HERMIA What, with Lysander?HELENA With Demetrius.LYSANDER Be not afraid; she shall not harm thee, Helena.DEMETRIUS No, sir, she shall not, though you take her part.HELENA O, when she's angry, she is keen and shrewd!She was a vixen when she went to school;And though she be but little, she is fierce.HERMIA 'Little' again! nothing but 'low' and 'little'!Why will you suffer her to flout me thus?Let me come to her.LYSANDER Get you gone, you dwarf;You minimus, of hindering knot-grass made;You bead, you acorn.DEMETRIUS You are too officiousIn her behalf that scorns your services.Let her alone: speak not of Helena;Take not her part; for, if thou dost intendNever so little show of love to her,Thou shalt aby it.LYSANDER Now she holds me not;Now follow, if thou darest, to try whose right,Of thine or mine, is most in Helena.DEMETRIUS Follow! nay, I'll go with thee, cheek by jole.

Exeunt LYSANDER and DEMETRIUS

HERMIA You, mistress, all this coil is 'long of you:Nay, go not back.HELENA I will not trust you, I,Nor longer stay in your curst company.Your hands than mine are quicker for a fray,My legs are longer though, to run away.

TWELFTH NIGHT. Act III, Scene IV. (1 M, 2 F) OLIVIA's garden.

Enter OLIVIA and MARIA OLIVIA I have sent after him: he says he'll come;How shall I feast him? what bestow of him?For youth is bought more oft than begg'd or borrow'd.I speak too loud.Where is Malvolio? he is sad and civil,And suits well for a servant with my fortunes:Where is Malvolio?MARIA He's coming, madam; but in very strange manner. Heis, sure, possessed, madam.OLIVIA Why, what's the matter? does he rave?MARIA No. madam, he does nothing but smile: yourladyship were best to have some guard about you, ifhe come; for, sure, the man is tainted in's wits.OLIVIA Go call him hither. (Exit MARIA)I am as mad as he,If sad and merry madness equal be.

Re-enter MARIA, with MALVOLIO

How now, Malvolio!MALVOLIO Sweet lady, ho, ho.OLIVIA Smilest thou?I sent for thee upon a sad occasion.MALVOLIO Sad, lady! I could be sad: this does make someobstruction in the blood, this cross-gartering; butwhat of that? if it please the eye of one, it iswith me as the very true sonnet is, 'Please one, andplease all.'OLIVIA Why, how dost thou, man? what is the matter with thee?MALVOLIO Not black in my mind, though yellow in my legs. It

did come to his hands, and commands shall beexecuted: I think we do know the sweet Roman hand.OLIVIA Wilt thou go to bed, Malvolio?MALVOLIO To bed! ay, sweet-heart, and I'll come to thee.OLIVIA God comfort thee! Why dost thou smile so and kissthy hand so oft?MARIA How do you, Malvolio?MALVOLIO At your request! yes; nightingales answer daws.MARIA Why appear you with this ridiculous boldness before my lady?MALVOLIO 'Be not afraid of greatness:' 'twas well writ.OLIVIA What meanest thou by that, Malvolio?MALVOLIO 'Some are born great,'--OLIVIA Ha!MALVOLIO 'Some achieve greatness,'--OLIVIA What sayest thou?MALVOLIO 'And some have greatness thrust upon them.'OLIVIA Heaven restore thee!MALVOLIO 'Remember who commended thy yellow stocking s,'--OLIVIA Thy yellow stockings!MALVOLIO 'And wished to see thee cross-gartered.'OLIVIA Cross-gartered!MALVOLIO 'Go to thou art made, if thou desirest to be so;'--OLIVIA Am I made?MALVOLIO 'If not, let me see thee a servant still.'OLIVIA Why, this is very midsummer madness.

HAMLET. Act V, Scene 2. (5 M, 1 F)

HAMLET Come on, sir.LAERTES Come, my lord.

They play

HAMLET One.LAERTES No.HAMLET Judgment.OSRIC A hit, a very palpable hit.LAERTES Well; again.KING CLAUDIUS Stay; give me drink. Hamlet, this pearl is thine;Here's to thy health.Give him the cup.HAMLET I'll play this bout first; set it by awhile. Come.

They play

Another hit; what say you?LAERTES A touch, a touch, I do confess.KING CLAUDIUS Our son shall win.QUEEN GERTRUDE He's fat, and scant of breath.Here, Hamlet, take my napkin, rub thy brows;The queen carouses to thy fortune, Hamlet.HAMLET Good madam!KING CLAUDIUS Gertrude, do not drink.QUEEN GERTRUDE I will, my lord; I pray you, pardon me.KING CLAUDIUS [Aside] It is the poison'd cup: it is too late.HAMLET I dare not drink yet, madam; by and by.QUEEN GERTRUDE Come, let me wipe thy face.LAERTES My lord, I'll hit him now.

KING CLAUDIUS I do not think't.LAERTES [Aside] And yet 'tis almost 'gainst my conscience.HAMLET Come, for the third, Laertes: you but dally;I pray you, pass with your best violence;I am afeard you make a wanton of me.LAERTES Say you so? come on.

They play. LAERTES wounds HAMLET; then in scuffling, they change rapiers, and HAMLET wounds LAERTES

KING CLAUDIUS Part them; they are incensed.HAMLET Nay, come, again.

QUEEN GERTRUDE falls

OSRIC Look to the queen there, ho!HORATIO They bleed on both sides. How is it, my lord?OSRIC How is't, Laertes?LAERTES Why, as a woodcock to mine own springe, Osric;I am justly kill'd with mine own treachery.HAMLET How does the queen?KING CLAUDIUS She swounds to see them bleed.QUEEN GERTRUDE No, no, the drink, the drink,--O my dear Hamlet,--The drink, the drink! I am poison'd.

Dies

HAMLET O villany! Ho! let the door be lock'd:Treachery! Seek it out.LAERTES It is here, Hamlet: Hamlet, thou art slain;No medicine in the world can do thee good;In thee there is not half an hour of life;The treacherous instrument is in thy hand,Unbated and envenom'd: the foul practise

Hath turn'd itself on me lo, here I lie,Never to rise again: thy mother's poison'd:I can no more: the king, the king's to blame.HAMLET The point!--envenom'd too!Then, venom, to thy work.

Stabs KING CLAUDIUS

All Treason! treason!KING CLAUDIUS O, yet defend me, friends; I am but hurt.HAMLET Here, thou incestuous, murderous, damned Dane,Drink off this potion. Is thy union here?Follow my mother.

KING CLAUDIUS dies

LAERTES He is justly served;It is a poison temper'd by himself.Exchange forgiveness with me, noble Hamlet:Mine and my father's death come not upon thee,Nor thine on me.

Dies

HAMLET Heaven make thee free of it! I follow thee.I am dead, Horatio. Wretched queen, adieu!O, I die, Horatio;The potent poison quite o'er-crows my spirit:I cannot live to hear the news from England;But I do prophesy the election lightsOn Fortinbras: he has my dying voice;So tell him, with the occurrents, more and less,Which have solicited. The rest is silence.

Dies

HORATIO Now cracks a noble heart. Good night sweet prince:

ROMEO & JULIET. Act II, Scene 2. (1M, 1 F) Capulet's orchard.

Enter ROMEO. JULIET appears above at a window

ROMEO But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.It is my lady, O, it is my love!O, that she knew she were!She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that?See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!O, that I were a glove upon that hand,That I might touch that cheek!JULIET Ay me!ROMEO She speaks:O, speak again, bright angel! JULIET O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?Deny thy father and refuse thy name;Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,And I'll no longer be a Capulet.ROMEO [Aside] Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?JULIET 'Tis but thy name that is my enemy;Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,Nor arm, nor face, nor any other partBelonging to a man. O, be some other name!What's in a name? that which we call a roseBy any other name would smell as sweet;So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd,Retain that dear perfection which he owesWithout that title. Romeo, doff thy name,And for that name which is no part of theeTake all myself.ROMEO I take thee at thy word:Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized;Henceforth I never will be Romeo.JULIET What man art thou that thus bescreen'd in nightSo stumblest on my counsel?ROMEO

By a nameI know not how to tell thee who I am:My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself,Because it is an enemy to thee;Had I it written, I would tear the word.JULIET My ears have not yet drunk a hundred wordsOf that tongue's utterance, yet I know the sound:Art thou not Romeo and a Montague?ROMEO Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike.JULIET How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore?The orchard walls are high and hard to climb,And the place death, considering who thou art,If any of my kinsmen find thee here.ROMEO With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls;For stony limits cannot hold love out,And what love can do that dares love attempt;Therefore thy kinsmen are no let to me.JULIET If they do see thee, they will murder thee.Nurse [Within] Madam!JULIET I come, anon.--But if thou mean'st not well,I do beseech thee--Nurse [Within] Madam!JULIET By and by, I come:--To cease thy suit, and leave me to my grief:To-morrow will I send.ROMEO So thrive my soul--JULIET A thousand times good night!

She exits then re-enters.

JULIET Romeo!ROMEO My dear?JULIET At what o'clock to-morrowShall I send to thee?ROMEO At the hour of nine.

JULIET I will not fail: 'tis twenty years till then.Good night, good night! parting is suchsweet sorrow,That I shall say good night till it be morrow.

Exit above

ROMEO Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast!Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest!Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell,His help to crave, and my dear hap to tell.

Exit

A MIDSUMMER NIGHT’S DREAM. Act III, Scene 1. The wood. (7M)

Enter QUINCE, SNUG, BOTTOM, FLUTE, SNOUT, and STARVELING BOTTOM Are we all met?QUINCE Pat, pat; and here's a marvellous convenient placefor our rehearsal. This green plot shall be ourstage, this hawthorn-brake our tiring-house; and wewill do it in action as we will do it before the duke.BOTTOM Peter Quince,--QUINCE What sayest thou, bully Bottom?BOTTOM There are things in this comedy of Pyramus andThisby that will never please. First, Pyramus mustdraw a sword to kill himself; which the ladiescannot abide. How answer you that?SNOUT By'r lakin, a parlous fear.STARVELING I believe we must leave the killing out, when all is done.BOTTOM Not a whit: I have a device to make all well.Write me a prologue; and let the prologue seem tosay, we will do no harm with our swords, and thatPyramus is not killed indeed; and, for the morebetter assurance, tell them that I, Pyramus, am notPyramus, but Bottom the weaver: this will put themout of fear.QUINCE Well, we will have such a prologue; and it shall bewritten in eight and six.BOTTOM No, make it two more; let it be written in eight and eight.SNOUT

Will not the ladies be afeard of the lion?STARVELING I fear it, I promise you.BOTTOM Masters, you ought to consider with yourselves: tobring in--God shield us!--a lion among ladies, is amost dreadful thing; for there is not a more fearfulwild-fowl than your lion living; and we ought tolook to 't.SNOUT Therefore another prologue must tell he is not a lion.BOTTOM Nay, you must name his name, and half his face mustbe seen through the lion's neck: and he himselfmust speak through, saying thus, or to the samedefect,--'Ladies,'--or 'Fair-ladies--I would wishYou,'--or 'I would request you,'--or 'I wouldentreat you,--not to fear, not to tremble: my lifefor yours. If you think I come hither as a lion, itwere pity of my life: no I am no such thing; I am aman as other men are;' and there indeed let him namehis name, and tell them plainly he is Snug the joiner.QUINCE Well it shall be so. But there is two hard things;that is, to bring the moonlight into a chamber; for,you know, Pyramus and Thisby meet by moonlight.SNOUT Doth the moon shine that night we play our play?BOTTOM A calendar, a calendar! look in the almanac; findout moonshine, find out moonshine.QUINCE Yes, it doth shine that night.BOTTOM Why, then may you leave a casement of the greatchamber window, where we play, open, and the moonmay shine in at the casement.QUINCE

Ay; or else one must come in with a bush of thornsand a lanthorn, and say he comes to disfigure, or topresent, the person of Moonshine. Then, there isanother thing: we must have a wall in the greatchamber; for Pyramus and Thisby says the story, didtalk through the chink of a wall.SNOUT You can never bring in a wall. What say you, Bottom?BOTTOM Some man or other must present Wall: and let himhave some plaster, or some loam, or some rough-castabout him, to signify wall; and let him hold hisfingers thus, and through that cranny shall Pyramusand Thisby whisper.QUINCE If that may be, then all is well. Come, sit down,every mother's son, and rehearse your parts.Pyramus, you begin: when you have spoken yourspeech, enter into that brake: and so every oneaccording to his cue.

Enter PUCK behind

PUCK What hempen home-spuns have we swaggering here,So near the cradle of the fairy queen?What, a play toward! I'll be an auditor;An actor too, perhaps, if I see cause.QUINCE Speak, Pyramus. Thisby, stand forth.BOTTOM Thisby, the flowers of odious savours sweet,--QUINCE Odours, odours.BOTTOM --odours savours sweet:So hath thy breath, my dearest Thisby dear.But hark, a voice! stay thou but here awhile,And by and by I will to thee appear.

Exit

PUCK A stranger Pyramus than e'er played here.

Exit

FLUTE Must I speak now?QUINCE Ay, marry, must you; for you must understand he goesbut to see a noise that he heard, and is to come again.FLUTE Most radiant Pyramus, most lily-white of hue,Of colour like the red rose on triumphant brier,Most brisky juvenal and eke most lovely Jew,As true as truest horse that yet would never tire,I'll meet thee, Pyramus, at Ninny's tomb.QUINCE 'Ninus' tomb,' man: why, you must not speak thatyet; that you answer to Pyramus: you speak all yourpart at once, cues and all Pyramus enter: your cueis past; it is, 'never tire.'FLUTE O,--As true as truest horse, that yet wouldnever tire.

Re-enter PUCK, and BOTTOM with an ass's head

BOTTOM If I were fair, Thisby, I were only thine.QUINCE O monstrous! O strange! we are haunted. Pray,masters! fly, masters! Help!

Exeunt QUINCE, SNUG, FLUTE, SNOUT, and STARVELING

OTHELLO. Act 4, Scene 2. (2M, 2F)

Enter OTHELLO and EMILIA.

      OTHELLO   1   You have seen nothing then?

      EMILIA   2   Nor ever heard, nor ever did suspect.

      OTHELLO   3   Yes, you have seen Cassio and she together.

      EMILIA   4   But then I saw no harm, and then I heard   5   Each syllable that breath made up between them.

      OTHELLO   6   What, did they never whisper?

      EMILIA   6                                           Never, my lord.

      OTHELLO  11   That's strange. Bid her come hither: go.

           Exit Emilia.

           Enter DESDEMONA and EMILIA.

      DESDEMONA  24   My lord, what is your will?

      OTHELLO  24                                            Pray you, chuck, come hither.

      DESDEMONA  25   What is your pleasure?

      OTHELLO  25                                      Let me see your eyes;  26   Look in my face.

      DESDEMONA  26                              What horrible fancy's this?

      OTHELLO [To Emilia.]  27   Some of your function, mistress;  28   Leave procreants alone and shut the door;

 29   Cough, or cry "hem," if anybody come:  30   Your mystery, your mystery: nay, dispatch.

           Exit Emilia.

      DESDEMONA  31   Upon my knees, what doth your speech import?  32   I understand a fury in your words.  33   But not the words.

      OTHELLO  34   Why? What art thou?

      DESDEMONA  34                               Your wife, my lord; your true  35   And loyal wife.

      OTHELLO  35                             Come, swear it, damn thyself  36   Lest, being like one of heaven, the devils themselves  37   Should fear to seize thee: therefore be double damn'd:  38   Swear thou art honest.

      DESDEMONA  39   Heaven doth truly know it.

      OTHELLO  39                                       Heaven truly knows that thou art false as hell.

      DESDEMONA  40   To whom, my lord? with whom? how am I false?

      OTHELLO  41   Ah Desdemon! Away! away! away!

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Summary

      DESDEMONA  70   Alas, what ignorant sin have I committed?

      OTHELLO  71   Was this fair paper, this most goodly book,  72   Made to write "whore" upon? What committed?  73   Committed? O thou public commoner!  81   Impudent strumpet!

      DESDEMONA  81                    By heaven, you do me wrong.

      OTHELLO  86   What, not a whore?

      DESDEMONA  86                     No, as I shall be saved.

      OTHELLO  87   Is't possible?

      DESDEMONA  88   O, heaven forgive us!

      OTHELLO  88                       I cry you mercy, then:  89   I took you for that cunning whore of Venice  90   That married with Othello.

           [Calling out to Emilia.]

 90                                         You, mistress,

           Enter EMILIA.

           Enter IAGO.

      IAGO 114                         What is the matter, lady?

      DESDEMONA 118   Am I that name, Iago?

      IAGO 118                       What name, fair lady?

      DESDEMONA 119   Such as she says my lord did say I was.

      EMILIA 120   He call'd her whore. A beggar in his drink 121   Could not have laid such terms upon his callet.

      IAGO 122   Why did he so?

      DESDEMONA 123   I do not know; I am sure I am none such.

      IAGO 124   Do not weep, do not weep. Alas the day!

      EMILIA 137   Why should he call her whore? who keeps her company?

      DESDEMONA 148                        Alas, Iago, 149   What shall I do to win my lord again? 159   Comfort forswear me! Unkindness may do much; 160   And his unkindness may defeat my life, 161   But never taint my love. I cannot say "whore": 162   It does abhor me now I speak the word; 163   To do the act that might the addition earn 164   Not the world's mass of vanity could make me.

      IAGO 165   I pray you, be content; 'tis but his humor: 166   The business of the state does him offence, 167   And he does chide with you.

      DESDEMONA 168   If 'twere no other—

      IAGO 168                     'Tis but so, I warrant.171   Go in, and weep not; all things shall be well.

TAMING OF THE SHREW. Act II, Scene 1. (1M, 1F)      

PETRUCHIO Good morrow, Kate; for that's your name,

I hear.

      KATHARINA 183   Well have you heard, but something hard of hearing:184   They call me Katharina that do talk of me.

      PETRUCHIO 185   You lie, in faith; for you are call'd plain Kate,186   And bonny Kate and sometimes Kate the curst;187   But Kate, the prettiest Kate in Christendom188   Kate of Kate Hall, my super-dainty Kate,189   For dainties are all Kates, and therefore, Kate,190   Take this of me, Kate of my consolation;191   Hearing thy mildness praised in every town,192   Thy virtues spoke of, and thy beauty sounded,193   Yet not so deeply as to thee belongs,194   Myself am moved to woo thee for my wife.

      KATHARINA 195   Moved! in good time: let him that moved you hither196   Remove you hence: I knew you at the first197   You were a moveable.

      PETRUCHIO 197                                     Why, what's a moveable?

      KATHARINA 198   A join'd-stool.

      PETRUCHIO 198                             Thou hast hit it: come, sit on me.

      KATHARINA 199   Asses are made to bear, and so are you.

      PETRUCHIO 200   Women are made to bear, and so are you.

      KATHARINA 204   Too light for such a swain as you to catch;205   And yet as heavy as my weight should be.

      PETRUCHIO 206   Should be! should—buzz!

      KATHARINA 206                           Well ta'en, and like a buzzard.

      PETRUCHIO 207   O slow-wing'd turtle! shall a buzzard take thee?

      KATHARINA 208   Ay, for a turtle, as he takes a buzzard.

      PETRUCHIO 209   Come, come, you wasp; i' faith, you are too angry.

      KATHARINA 210   If I be waspish, best beware my sting.

      PETRUCHIO 211   My remedy is then to pluck it out.

      KATHARINA 212   Ay, if the fool could find it where it lies,

      PETRUCHIO 213   Who knows not where a wasp does214   wear his sting? In his tail.

      KATHARINA 215   In his tongue.

      PETRUCHIO 216   Whose tongue?

      KATHARINA 217   Yours, if you talk of tails: and so farewell.

      PETRUCHIO 218   What, with my tongue in your tail? nay, come again,219   Good Kate; I am a gentleman—

      KATHARINA 219                                                     That I'll try.

           She strikes him.

      PETRUCHIO 228   Nay, come, Kate, come; you must not look so sour.

      KATHARINA 229   It is my fashion, when I see a crab.

            PETRUCHIO 267   Marry, so I mean, sweet Katharina, in thy bed:268   And therefore, setting all this chat aside,269   Thus in plain terms: your father hath consented270   That you shall be my wife; your dowry 'greed on;271   And, Will you, nill you, I will marry you.275   Thou must be married to no man but me;276   For I am he am born to tame you Kate,277   And bring you from a wild Kate to a Kate278   Conformable as other household Kates.279   Here comes your father: never make denial;280   I must and will have Katharina to my wife.