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Petruchio Monologue from The Taming of the Shrew

From The Taming of the Shrew by William Shakespeare

male · defiant · 32 sec

Pluck up thy spirits; look cheerfully upon me. Here, love; thou seest how diligent I am, To dress thy meat myself, and bring it thee: I am sure, sweet Kate, this kindness merits thanks. What! not a word? Nay, then thou lov’st it not, And all my pains is sorted to no proof. Here, take away this dish.

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