The Taming of the Shrew: William Shakespeare

Tranio, since for the great desire I had

Verona, for awhile I take my leave

Good sister, wrong me not, nor wrong yourself,

But here she comes, and now, Petrucio, speak

Fiddler, forbear, you grow too forward, sir.

Signior Lucentio, this is the `pointed day

Signior Gremio, came you from the church?

Fie, fie, on all tired jades, on all mad masters, and all

Is't possible, friend, Litio, that Mistress Bianca

No, no forsooth, I dare not for my life

Sir, this is the house. Hold your own in any case