1 Believe me, lord, I think he cannot choose.
2 My lord, you nod; you do not mind the play.
3 No, my good lord; it is more pleasing stuff.
4 Madam, and nothing else; so lords call ladies.
5 My husband and my lord, my lord and husband; I am your wife in all obedience.
6 Fear not, my lord; we can contain ourselves, Were he the veriest antick in the world.
7 Katherine, I charge thee, tell these headstrong women What duty they do owe their lords and husbands.
8 Thou art a lord, and nothing but a lord: Thou hast a lady far more beautiful Than any woman in this waning age.
9 My lord, I warrant you we will play our part, As he shall think by our true diligence, He is no less than what we say he is.
10 O noble lord, bethink thee of thy birth, Call home thy ancient thoughts from banishment, And banish hence these abject lowly dreams.
11 Why, Bellman is as good as he, my lord; He cried upon it at the merest loss, And twice today pick'd out the dullest scent; Trust me, I take him for the better dog.
12 Gamut I am, the ground of all accord, A re, to plead Hortensio's passion; B mi, Bianca, take him for thy lord, C fa ut, that loves with all affection: D sol re, one clef, two notes have I E la mi, show pity or I die.
13 Thrice noble lord, let me entreat of you To pardon me yet for a night or two; Or, if not so, until the sun be set: For your physicians have expressly charg'd, In peril to incur your former malady, That I should yet absent me from your bed: I hope this reason stands for my excuse.