Petruchio Now, for my life, Hortensio fears his widow! Widow Then never trust me if I be afeard. Petruchio You are very sensible, and yet you miss my sense; I mean, Hortensio is afeard of you. Read more about Act 5, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: “You are very sensible, and yet you miss my sense”
Petruchio Padua affords nothing but what is kind. Hortensio For both our sakes, I would that word were true. Petruchio Now, for my life, Hortensio fears his widow! Widow Then never trust me if I be afeard. Read more about Act 5, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: “fears … afeard”
Petruchio Padua affords nothing but what is kind. Hortensio For both our sakes, I would that word were true. Read more about Act 5, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: “Padua affords nothing but what is kind”
