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1  Well, Petruchio, this has put me in heart.
The Taming of the Shrew By William Shakespeare
ContextHighlight   In ACT IV
2  While you, sweet dear, prove mistress of my heart.
The Taming of the Shrew By William Shakespeare
ContextHighlight   In ACT IV
3  Master, it is no time to chide you now; Affection is not rated from the heart: If love have touch'd you, nought remains but so: Redime te captum quam queas minimo.
The Taming of the Shrew By William Shakespeare
ContextHighlight   In ACT I
4  My tongue will tell the anger of my heart, Or else my heart, concealing it, will break; And rather than it shall, I will be free Even to the uttermost, as I please, in words.
The Taming of the Shrew By William Shakespeare
ContextHighlight   In ACT IV
5  Now, were not I a little pot and soon hot, my very lips might freeze to my teeth, my tongue to the roof of my mouth, my heart in my belly, ere I should come by a fire to thaw me.
The Taming of the Shrew By William Shakespeare
ContextHighlight   In ACT IV
6  No shame but mine; I must, forsooth, be forc'd To give my hand, oppos'd against my heart, Unto a mad-brain rudesby, full of spleen; Who woo'd in haste and means to wed at leisure.
The Taming of the Shrew By William Shakespeare
ContextHighlight   In ACT III
7  I faith, sir, you shall never need to fear; I wis it is not half way to her heart; But if it were, doubt not her care should be To comb your noddle with a three-legg'd stool, And paint your face, and use you like a fool.
The Taming of the Shrew By William Shakespeare
ContextHighlight   In ACT I