Reading The Taming of the Shrew — William Shakespeare

Direct reading · Original

Section 344

Passage 1 of 2 · Section metadata unavailable

Passage in this section

Choose a paragraph to open its bounded reader passage.

Current position: Loading section metadata…

Loading source sections…

Pet.

No, not a whit, I finde you passing gentle:

'Twas told me you were rough, and coy, and sullen,

And now I finde report a very liar:

For thou art pleasant, gamesome, passing courteous,

But slow in speech: yet sweet as spring‑time flowers.

Thou canst not frowne, thou canst not looke a sconce,

Nor bite the lip, as angry wenches will,

Nor hast thou pleasure to be crosse in talke:

But thou with mildnesse entertain'st thy wooers,

With gentle conference, soft, and affable.

Why does the world report that Kate doth limpe?

Oh sland'rous world: Kate like the hazle twig

Is straight, and slender, and as browne in hue

As hazle nuts, and sweeter then the kernels:

Find a section