Pierre-Auguste Cot Springtime painting
Guillaume Seignac Jeune femme denudee sur canape painting
O' my word, an she knew him as well as I do, shewould think scolding would do little good upon him:she may perhaps call him half a score knaves or so:why, that's nothing; an he begin once, he'll rail inhis rope-tricks. I'll tell you what sir, an shestand him but a little, he will throw a figure inher face and so disfigure her with it that sheshall have no more eyes to see withal than a cat.You know him not, sir.
HORTENSIO
Tarry, Petruchio, I must go with thee,For in Baptista's keep my treasure is:He hath the jewel of my life in hold,His youngest daughter, beautiful Binaca,And her withholds from me and other more,Suitors to her and rivals in my love,Supposing it a thing impossible,For those defects I have before rehearsed,That ever Katharina will be woo'd;Therefore this order hath Baptista ta'en,That none shall have access unto BiancaTill Katharina the curst have got a husband.
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