But since thou lov’st, love still, and thrive therein -
Even as I would, when I to love begin.
(Valentine, 1.1, 9-10)
Thou, Julia, thou has metamorphosed me,
Made me neglect my studies, lose my time,
War with good counsel, set the world at naught;
Made wit with musing weak, heart sick with thought.
(Proteus, 1.1, 66-69)
Here’s too small a pasture for such store of muttons.
(Proteus, 1.1, 96)
Julia: His little speaking shows his love but small.
Lucetta: Fire that’s closest kept burns most of all.
(1.2, 29-30)
How angerly I taught my brow to frown
When inward joy enforced my heart to smile.
(Julia, 1.2, 62-63)
Experience is by industry achieved,
And perfected by the swift course of time.
(Antonio, 1.3, 22-23)
Thus I have shunned the fire for fear of burning
And drenched me in the sea where I am drowned.
(Proteus, 1.3, 78-79)
For in revenge of my contempt of love
Love hath chased sleep from my enthralled eyes,
And made them watchers of mine own heart’s sorrow.
(Valentine, 2.4, 126-128)
Why man, she is mine own,
And I as rich in having such a jewel
As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl,
The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold.
(Valentine, 2.4, 161-164)
For now my love is thawed,
Which like a waxen image ‘gainst a fire
Bears no impression of the thing it was.
(Proteus, 2.4, 193-195)
‘Tis but her picture I have yet beheld,
And that hath dazzled my reason’s light.
But when I look on her perfections
There is no reason but I shall by blind
If I can check my erring love I will,
If not, to compass her I’ll use my skill.
(Proteus, 2.4, 202-207)
At first I did adore a twinkling star,
But now I worship a celestial sun.
(Proteus, 2.6, 9-10)
A true-devoted pilgrim is not weary
To measure kingdoms with his feeble steps.
Much less shall she that hath love’s wings to fly.
(Julia, 2.7, 9-11)
Didst thou but know the inly touch of love
Thou wouldst as soon go kindle fire with snow
As seek to quench the fire of love with words.
(Julia, 2.7, 18-20)
His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles,
His love sincere, his thoughts immaculate,
His tears pure messengers sent from his heart,
His heart as far from fraud as heaven from earth.
(Julia, 2.7, 75-78)
Forwhy the fools are mad if left alone.
Take no repulse, whatever she doth say:
For ‘Get you gone’ she doth not mean ‘Away’,
Flatter and praise, command, extol their graces;
Though ne’er so black say they have angels’ faces.
That man that hath a tongue I say is no man
If with his tongue he cannot win a woman.
(Valentine, 3.1, 99-105)
Banished from her
Is self from self, a deadly banishment.
What light is light, is Silvia be not seen?
What joy is joy, if Silvia be not by-
Unless it be to think that she is by,
And feed upon the shadow of perfection.
(Valentine, 3.1, 172-177)
Tarry I here I but attend on death,
But fly I hence, I fly away from life.
(Valentine, 3.1 186-187)
Hope is a lover’s staff. Walk hence with that,
And manage it against despairing thoughts.
(Proteus, 3.1, 245-246)
Washed and scoured (knocked down and beaten)
(Lance, 3.1, 303-304)
Item, she hath more hair than wit, and more faults than
Hairs, and more wealth than faults.
(Speed, 3.1, 339-340)
Yet, spaniel-like, the more she spurns my love,
The more it grows and fawneth on her still.
(Proteus, 4.2, 14-15)
Thou hast no faith left now, unless thou’dst two,
And that’s far worse than none.
(Silvia, 5.4, 50-51)
The private wound is deepest. O time most accursed,
‘Mongst all foes that a friend should be the worst!
(Valentine, 5.4, 71-72)
Who by repentance is not satisfied
Is nor of heaven nor earth.
(Valentine, 5.4, 79-80)
I hold him but a fool that will endanger
His body for a girl that loves him not.
(Thurio, 5.4, 130-131)
The Taming of the Shrew
Seeing too much sadness hath congealed your blood,
And melancholy is the nurse of frenzy.
(Messenger, Induction 2, 127-128)
Glad that you thus continue you resolve
To suck the sweets of sweet philosophy.
(Tranio, 1.1, 27-28)
No profit grows where is no pleasure taken.
(Tranio, 1.1, 39)
Doubt not her care should be
To comb your noddle with a three-legged stool.
(Katherine, 1.1, 63-64)
Though her
Father be very rich, any man is so very a fool to be married to
Hell?
(Gremio, 1.1, 121-123)
While idly I stood looking on
I found the effect of love in idleness.
(Lucentio, 1.1, 144-145)
And let me be a slave t’achieve that maid
Whose sudden sight hath thrilled my wounded eye.
(Lucentio, 1.1, 213-214)
Have I not heard great ordnance in the field,
And heaven’s artillery thunder in the skies?
(Petruccio, 1.2, 198-199)
And where two raging fires meet together
They do consume the thing that feeds their fury.
Though little fire grows great with little wind,
Yet extreme gusts will blow out fire and all.
(Petruccio, 2.1, 130-133)
I must forsooth be forced
To give my hand opposed against my heart
Unto a mad-brain rudesby full of spleen.
(Katherine, 3.2, 8-10)
For such an injury would vex a very saint,
Much more a shrew of thy impatient humour.
(Baptista, 3.2, 28-29)
I see a woman may be made a fool
If she had not a spirit to resist.
(Katherine, 3.3, 91-92)
Away, you three-inch fool.
(Curtis, 4.1, 22)
You peasant swain, you whoreson, malthorse
Drudge,
(Petruccio, 4.1, 109-110)
A whoreson, beetle-headed, flap-eared knave.
(Petruccio, 4.1, 138)
And thus I’ll curb her mad and headstrong humour
He that knows better how to tame a shrew,
Now let him speak. ‘Tis charity to show.
(Petruccio, 4.1, 190-192)
Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks,
Shall win my love;
(Hortensio, 4.2, 41-42)
For ‘tis the mind that makes the body rich,
And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds,
So honour peereth in the meanest habit.
(Petruccio, 4.3, 166-168)
What stars do spangle heaven with such beauty
As those two eyes become that heavenly face?
(Petruccio, 4.6, 32-33)
He that is giddy thinks the world turns round.
(Widow, 5.2, 20)
A woman moved is like a fountain troubled,
Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty,
And while it is so, none so dry or thirsty
Will deign to sip or touch one drop of it.
(Katherine, 5.2, 146-149)
I am ashamed that women are so simple
To offer war where they should kneel for peace,
Or seek for rule, supremacy, and sway
When they are bound to serve, love, and obey.
(Katherine, 5.2, 165-168)
But now I see our lances are but straws,
Our strength as weak, our weakness past compare,
That seeming to be most which we indeed least are.
(Katherine, 5.2, 177-179)
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