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And slow in speech,
but sweet as spring-time flowers.
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Where did you study all this goodly speech?
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It is extempore, from my mother-wit.
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A witty mother, with a witless son.
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Am I not wise?
:45:18
Enough to keep you warm.
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Marry, so I mean to warm me in thy bed.
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And will you, nill you, I will marry you.
:45:40
Why does the world report that Kate doth limp?
:45:42
O slanderous world!
Kate like the hazel-tree is straight and slender,
:45:48
and brown in hue as hazel-nuts
and sweeter than the kernels.
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- Signor Baptista...
- Gentlemen, content you,
:46:56
I will compound this strife.
:46:58
'Tis deeds must win the prize,