No, nor tomorrow, not till I please myself!
The door is open, sir, there lies your way
You may be jogging whiles your boots are green
For me, I'll not be gone till I please myself
Tis like you'll prove a jolly, surly groom
That take it on you at the first, so roundly
I will be angry! What hast though to do?
-Father, be quiet! He shall stay my leisure
Gentlemen, forward to the bridal dinner
I see a woman may be made a fool
If she had not a spirit to resist
- Katherina Minola (Taming of the Shrew)
I learnt these parts on the weekend, and can recite them at will. I'm very proud of myself. :)
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