Say, What Abridgement Have You For This

And When Love Speaks, The Voice Of All The Gods Makes Heaven Drowsy With The Harmony.

Weariness Can Snore Upon The Flint When Resting Sloth Finds The Down Pillow Hard.

Words To Deeds Cold Breath Gives.

A Woman's Thought Runs Before Her Actions.

Tam: What Begg’st Thou Then? Fond Woman, Let Me Go. Lav: ’tis Present Death I Beg; And One Thing More That Womanhood Denies My Tongue To Tell. O! Keep Me From Their Worse Than Killing Lust, And Tumble Me Into Some Loathsome Pit, Where Never Man’s Eye May Behold My Body: Do This, And Be A Charitable Murderer. Tam: So Should I Rob My Sweet Sons Of Their Fee: No, Let Them Satisfy Their Lust On Thee. Dem: Away! For Thou Hast Stay’d Us Here Too Long. Lav: No Grace! No Womanhood! Ah, Beastly Creature, The Blot And Enemy To Our General Name. Confusion Fall—