Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Tra. Tra.
Tra. Saw you no more? Mark'd you not how hir sister
Tra. Began to scold, and raise vp such a storme,
Tra. That mortal eares might hardly indure the din.
Luc. Luc.
Luc. Tranio, I saw her corrall lips to moue,
Luc. And with her breath she did perfume the ayre,
Luc. Sacred and sweet was all I saw in her.
Tra. Nay, then 'tis time to stirre him frōfrom his trance:
Tra. I pray awake sir: if you loue the Maide,
Tra. Bend thoughts and wits to atcheeue her. Thus it stands:
Tra. Her elder sister is so curst and shrew'd,
Tra. That til the Father rid his hands of her,
Tra. Master, your Loue must liue a maide at home,
Tra. And therefore has he closely meu'd her vp,
Tra. Because
Tra. The Taming of the Shrew.
Tra. Because she will not be annoy'd with suters.