Shakespeare`s Taming of the Shrew Part 2 ad-Lib
My WORD now is sharp and passing WORD.
And till she WORD she must not be WORD-gorg`d,
For then she never looks upon her WORD.
Another way I have to WORD my haggard,
To make her come, and know her WORD`s call,
That is, to WORD her, as we WORD these kites
That bate and beat, and will not be WORD.
She eat no WORD to-day, nor none shall eat;
Last night she WORD not, nor to-night she shall not;
As with the WORD, some undeserved fault
I`ll find about the WORD of the bed;
And here I`ll fling the pillow, there the WORD,
This way the WORD, another way the sheets;
Ay, and amid this hurly I intend
That all is done in reverend care of her-
And, in conclusion, she shall WORD all night;
And if she chance to nod I`ll WORD and WORD
And with the clamour keep her still awake.
This is a way to kill a WORD with kindness,
And thus I`ll curb her mad and WORD humour.
He that knows better how to tame a shrew,
Now let him WORD; `tis charity to show.
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