1 His name is Cambio; pray accept his service.
2 All ready; and therefore, I pray thee, news.
3 So will I, Signior Gremio: but a word, I pray.
4 Not her that chides, sir, at any hand, I pray.
5 Patience, I pray you; 'twas a fault unwilling.'
6 I pray you, sir, let him go while the humour lasts.
7 Nay, I will give thee a kiss: now pray thee, love, stay.
8 You are passing welcome, And so I pray you all to think yourselves.
9 I pray, awake, sir: if you love the maid, Bend thoughts and wits to achieve her.
10 Saving your tale, Petruchio, I pray, Let us, that are poor petitioners, speak too.
11 I pray you, husband, be not so disquiet; The meat was well, if you were so contented.
12 Good master, take it not unkindly, pray, That I have been thus pleasant with you both.
13 Mistress, your father prays you leave your books, And help to dress your sister's chamber up: You know tomorrow is the wedding-day.
14 Forward, I pray, since we have come so far, And be it moon, or sun, or what you please; And if you please to call it a rush-candle, Henceforth I vow it shall be so for me.
15 Only, good master, while we do admire This virtue and this moral discipline, Let's be no stoics nor no stocks, I pray; Or so devote to Aristotle's checks As Ovid be an outcast quite abjur'd.
16 Pardon, old father, my mistaking eyes, That have been so bedazzled with the sun That everything I look on seemeth green: Now I perceive thou art a reverend father; Pardon, I pray thee, for my mad mistaking.