Taming of the Shrew, [5.2.172-177]. Katharina. “My mind hath been as big as one of yours,/ My heart as great, my reason haply more,/ To bandy word for word and frown for frown;/ But now I see our lances are but straws,/ Our strength as weak, our weakness past compare,/ That seeming to be most which we indeed least are.”


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