The Taming of the Shrew

SLY:

I'll pheeze you, in faith.

HOS:

A pair of stocks, you rogue!

SLY:

Ye are a baggage: the Slys are no rogues; look in the

chronicles; we came in with Richard Conqueror.

Therefore paucas pallabris; let the world slide: sessa!(5)

HOS:

You will not pay for the glasses you have burst?

SLY:

No, not a denier. Go by, St. Jeronimy: go to thy cold

bed, and warm thee.

HOS:

I know my remedy; I must go fetch the third-borough.

SLY:

Third, or fourth, or fifth borough, I'll answer him by(10)

law: I'll not budge an inch, boy: let him come, and

kindly.