Make me a willow cabin at your gate, And call upon my soul within the house; Write loyal cantons of contemned love And sing them loud even in the dead of night.

For honesty coupled to beauty, is to have honey a sauce to sugar.

Well, God's above all; and there be souls must be saved, and there be souls must not be saved.

Lord, Lord, how this world is given to lying!

Absence doth sharpen love, presence strengthens it; the one brings fuel, the other blows it till it burns clear.

Tam: What begg’st thou then? fond woman, let me go. Lav: ’Tis present death I beg; and one thing more That womanhood denies my tongue to tell. O! keep me from their worse than killing lust, And tumble me into some loathsome pit, Where never man’s eye may behold my body: Do this, and be a charitable murderer. Tam: So should I rob my sweet sons of their fee: No, let them satisfy their lust on thee. Dem: Away! for thou hast stay’d us here too long. Lav: No grace! no womanhood! Ah, beastly creature, The blot and enemy to our general name. Confusion fall—

Foul whisperings are abroad