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Good sir, stay.
Aye, and proudly.
Your struggle is in vain, my lady.
Zounds, what mounds!
...why then I'll say she looks as clear...
I'm off to win the fair Bianca.
Then without further delay I say, fire away.
...and from a poor, defenceless woman no less.
When men be displeased with fat legs and fat hips...
Love or no, I be thy liege and thy lord that bringeth home the bacon...
Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious--
The wedding was to start three hours ago.
And forgive my display, but I have something to say.
...but when we be alone, she be a veritable puss in my lap.
I foray this way that I may be home ere midday.
Thy spirit.
What?
Myself, I lay awake all night happily.
He has a point there.
Be thou certain?
Then let me answereth quickly as well:
Gentlemen, importune me no farther.
An army perhaps, or a lion incensed.
Enough!
Interesting news indeed, Petruchio.
And one thing more: Never a borrower nor a lender be.
Have it thy way, good Father.
...as morning roses newly washed with the dew.
-That be you? -Well, I hateth to brag--
Stay tuned at thine own risk.
Sanctuary.
And three blind rats you're not, as clearly you came to gawk at me.
And finally did Petruchio succeed.
Only hence, only hence...
Good morrow, sir.
...et cetera, et cetera, until death doth you part?
I shall dispatch them with all due haste.
It matters not, as being here proves I've lost it already.
Godspeed. You'll need it.
That's okay. Wasn't very good tonight anyway.
Not any Sunday from now until the end of time.
We endeth here this chapter of Petruchio and Kate.
And thus, a week later...