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<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
Page:
How fares my noble lord? [/INST]
SLY:
Marry, I fare well for here is cheer enough.
Where is my wife? </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
SLY:
Marry, I fare well for here is cheer enough.
Where is my wife? [/INST]
Page:
Here, noble lord: what is thy will with her? </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
Page:
Here, noble lord: what is thy will with her? [/INST]
SLY:
Are you my wife and will not call me husband?
My men should call me 'lord:' I am your goodman. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
SLY:
Are you my wife and will not call me husband?
My men should call me 'lord:' I am your goodman. [/INST]
Page:
My husband and my lord, my lord and husband;
I am your wife in all obedience. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
Page:
My husband and my lord, my lord and husband;
I am your wife in all obedience. [/INST]
SLY:
I know it well. What must I call her? </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
SLY:
I know it well. What must I call her? [/INST]
Lord:
Madam. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
Lord:
Madam. [/INST]
SLY:
Al'ce madam, or Joan madam? </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
SLY:
Al'ce madam, or Joan madam? [/INST]
Lord:
'Madam,' and nothing else: so lords
call ladies. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
Lord:
'Madam,' and nothing else: so lords
call ladies. [/INST]
SLY:
Madam wife, they say that I have dream'd
And slept above some fifteen year or more. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
SLY:
Madam wife, they say that I have dream'd
And slept above some fifteen year or more. [/INST]
Page:
Ay, and the time seems thirty unto me,
Being all this time abandon'd from your bed. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
Page:
Ay, and the time seems thirty unto me,
Being all this time abandon'd from your bed. [/INST]
SLY:
'Tis much. Servants, leave me and her alone.
Madam, undress you and come now to bed. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
SLY:
'Tis much. Servants, leave me and her alone.
Madam, undress you and come now to bed. [/INST]
Page:
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 charged,
In peril to incur your former malady,
That I should yet absent me from your bed:
I hope this reason stands for my excuse. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
Page:
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 charged,
In peril to incur your former malady,
That I should yet absent me from your bed:
I hope this reason stands for my excuse. [/INST]
SLY:
Ay, it stands so that I may hardly
tarry so long. But I would be loath to fall into
my dreams again: I will therefore tarry in
despite of the flesh and the blood. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
SLY:
Ay, it stands so that I may hardly
tarry so long. But I would be loath to fall into
my dreams again: I will therefore tarry in
despite of the flesh and the blood. [/INST]
Messenger:
Your honour's players, heating your amendment,
Are come to play a pleasant comedy;
For so your doctors hold it very meet,
Seeing too much sadness hath congeal'd your blood,
And melancholy is the nurse of frenzy:
Therefore they thought it good you hear a play
And frame your mind to mirth and merriment,
Which bars a thousand harms and lengthens life. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
Messenger:
Your honour's players, heating your amendment,
Are come to play a pleasant comedy;
For so your doctors hold it very meet,
Seeing too much sadness hath congeal'd your blood,
And melancholy is the nurse of frenzy:
Therefore they thought it good you hear a play
And frame your mind to mirth and merriment,
Which bars a thousand harms and lengthens life. [/INST]
SLY:
Marry, I will, let them play it. Is not a
comondy a Christmas gambold or a tumbling-trick? </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
SLY:
Marry, I will, let them play it. Is not a
comondy a Christmas gambold or a tumbling-trick? [/INST]
Page:
No, my good lord; it is more pleasing stuff. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
Page:
No, my good lord; it is more pleasing stuff. [/INST]
SLY:
What, household stuff? </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
SLY:
What, household stuff? [/INST]
Page:
It is a kind of history. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
Page:
It is a kind of history. [/INST]
SLY:
Well, well see't. Come, madam wife, sit by my side
and let the world slip: we shall ne'er be younger. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
SLY:
Well, well see't. Come, madam wife, sit by my side
and let the world slip: we shall ne'er be younger. [/INST]
LUCENTIO:
Tranio, since for the great desire I had
To see fair Padua, nursery of arts,
I am arrived for fruitful Lombardy,
The pleasant garden of great Italy;
And by my father's love and leave am arm'd
With his good will and thy good company,
My trusty servant, well approved in all,
Here let us breathe and haply institute
A course of learning and ingenious studies.
Pisa renown'd for grave citizens
Gave me my being and my father first,
A merchant of great traffic through the world,
Vincetino come of Bentivolii.
Vincetino's son brought up in Florence
It shall become to serve all hopes conceived,
To deck his fortune with his virtuous deeds:
And therefore, Tranio, for the time I study,
Virtue and that part of philosophy
Will I apply that treats of happiness
By virtue specially to be achieved.
Tell me thy mind; for I have Pisa left
And am to Padua come, as he that leaves
A shallow plash to plunge him in the deep
And with satiety seeks to quench his thirst. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
LUCENTIO:
Tranio, since for the great desire I had
To see fair Padua, nursery of arts,
I am arrived for fruitful Lombardy,
The pleasant garden of great Italy;
And by my father's love and leave am arm'd
With his good will and thy good company,
My trusty servant, well approved in all,
Here let us breathe and haply institute
A course of learning and ingenious studies.
Pisa renown'd for grave citizens
Gave me my being and my father first,
A merchant of great traffic through the world,
Vincetino come of Bentivolii.
Vincetino's son brought up in Florence
It shall become to serve all hopes conceived,
To deck his fortune with his virtuous deeds:
And therefore, Tranio, for the time I study,
Virtue and that part of philosophy
Will I apply that treats of happiness
By virtue specially to be achieved.
Tell me thy mind; for I have Pisa left
And am to Padua come, as he that leaves
A shallow plash to plunge him in the deep
And with satiety seeks to quench his thirst. [/INST]
TRANIO:
Mi perdonato, gentle master mine,
I am in all affected as yourself;
Glad that you thus continue your resolve
To suck the sweets of sweet philosophy.
Only, good master, while we do admire
This virtue and this moral discipline,
Let's be no stoics nor no stocks, I pray;
Or so devote to Aristotle's cheques
As Ovid be an outcast quite abjured:
Balk logic with acquaintance that you have
And practise rhetoric in your common talk;
Music and poesy use to quicken you;
The mathematics and the metaphysics,
Fall to them as you find your stomach serves you;
No profit grows where is no pleasure ta'en:
In brief, sir, study what you most affect. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
TRANIO:
Mi perdonato, gentle master mine,
I am in all affected as yourself;
Glad that you thus continue your resolve
To suck the sweets of sweet philosophy.
Only, good master, while we do admire
This virtue and this moral discipline,
Let's be no stoics nor no stocks, I pray;
Or so devote to Aristotle's cheques
As Ovid be an outcast quite abjured:
Balk logic with acquaintance that you have
And practise rhetoric in your common talk;
Music and poesy use to quicken you;
The mathematics and the metaphysics,
Fall to them as you find your stomach serves you;
No profit grows where is no pleasure ta'en:
In brief, sir, study what you most affect. [/INST]
LUCENTIO:
Gramercies, Tranio, well dost thou advise.
If, Biondello, thou wert come ashore,
We could at once put us in readiness,
And take a lodging fit to entertain
Such friends as time in Padua shall beget.
But stay a while: what company is this? </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
LUCENTIO:
Gramercies, Tranio, well dost thou advise.
If, Biondello, thou wert come ashore,
We could at once put us in readiness,
And take a lodging fit to entertain
Such friends as time in Padua shall beget.
But stay a while: what company is this? [/INST]
TRANIO:
Master, some show to welcome us to town. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
TRANIO:
Master, some show to welcome us to town. [/INST]
BAPTISTA:
Gentlemen, importune me no farther,
For how I firmly am resolved you know;
That is, not bestow my youngest daughter
Before I have a husband for the elder:
If either of you both love Katharina,
Because I know you well and love you well,
Leave shall you have to court her at your pleasure. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
BAPTISTA:
Gentlemen, importune me no farther,
For how I firmly am resolved you know;
That is, not bestow my youngest daughter
Before I have a husband for the elder:
If either of you both love Katharina,
Because I know you well and love you well,
Leave shall you have to court her at your pleasure. [/INST]
GREMIO: </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
GREMIO: [/INST]
KATHARINA:
I pray you, sir, is it your will
To make a stale of me amongst these mates? </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
KATHARINA:
I pray you, sir, is it your will
To make a stale of me amongst these mates? [/INST]
HORTENSIO:
Mates, maid! how mean you that? no mates for you,
Unless you were of gentler, milder mould. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
HORTENSIO:
Mates, maid! how mean you that? no mates for you,
Unless you were of gentler, milder mould. [/INST]
KATHARINA:
I'faith, sir, you shall never need to fear:
I wis it is not half way to her heart;
But if it were, doubt not her care should be
To comb your noddle with a three-legg'd stool
And paint your face and use you like a fool. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
KATHARINA:
I'faith, sir, you shall never need to fear:
I wis it is not half way to her heart;
But if it were, doubt not her care should be
To comb your noddle with a three-legg'd stool
And paint your face and use you like a fool. [/INST]
HORTENSIA:
From all such devils, good Lord deliver us! </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
HORTENSIA:
From all such devils, good Lord deliver us! [/INST]
GREMIO:
And me too, good Lord! </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
GREMIO:
And me too, good Lord! [/INST]
TRANIO:
Hush, master! here's some good pastime toward:
That wench is stark mad or wonderful froward. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
TRANIO:
Hush, master! here's some good pastime toward:
That wench is stark mad or wonderful froward. [/INST]
LUCENTIO:
But in the other's silence do I see
Maid's mild behavior and sobriety.
Peace, Tranio! </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
LUCENTIO:
But in the other's silence do I see
Maid's mild behavior and sobriety.
Peace, Tranio! [/INST]
TRANIO:
Well said, master; mum! and gaze your fill. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
TRANIO:
Well said, master; mum! and gaze your fill. [/INST]
BAPTISTA:
Gentlemen, that I may soon make good
What I have said, Bianca, get you in:
And let it not displease thee, good Bianca,
For I will love thee ne'er the less, my girl. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
BAPTISTA:
Gentlemen, that I may soon make good
What I have said, Bianca, get you in:
And let it not displease thee, good Bianca,
For I will love thee ne'er the less, my girl. [/INST]
KATHARINA:
A pretty peat! it is best
Put finger in the eye, an she knew why. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
KATHARINA:
A pretty peat! it is best
Put finger in the eye, an she knew why. [/INST]
BIANCA:
Sister, content you in my discontent.
Sir, to your pleasure humbly I subscribe:
My books and instruments shall be my company,
On them to took and practise by myself. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
BIANCA:
Sister, content you in my discontent.
Sir, to your pleasure humbly I subscribe:
My books and instruments shall be my company,
On them to took and practise by myself. [/INST]
LUCENTIO:
Hark, Tranio! thou may'st hear Minerva speak. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
LUCENTIO:
Hark, Tranio! thou may'st hear Minerva speak. [/INST]
HORTENSIO:
Signior Baptista, will you be so strange?
Sorry am I that our good will effects
Bianca's grief. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
HORTENSIO:
Signior Baptista, will you be so strange?
Sorry am I that our good will effects
Bianca's grief. [/INST]
GREMIO:
Why will you mew her up,
Signior Baptista, for this fiend of hell,
And make her bear the penance of her tongue? </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
GREMIO:
Why will you mew her up,
Signior Baptista, for this fiend of hell,
And make her bear the penance of her tongue? [/INST]
BAPTISTA:
Gentlemen, content ye; I am resolved:
Go in, Bianca:
And for I know she taketh most delight
In music, instruments and poetry,
Schoolmasters will I keep within my house,
Fit to instruct her youth. If you, Hortensio,
Or Signior Gremio, you, know any such,
Prefer them hither; for to cunning men
I will be very kind, and liberal
To mine own children in good bringing up:
And so farewell. Katharina, you may stay;
For I have more to commune with Bianca. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
BAPTISTA:
Gentlemen, content ye; I am resolved:
Go in, Bianca:
And for I know she taketh most delight
In music, instruments and poetry,
Schoolmasters will I keep within my house,
Fit to instruct her youth. If you, Hortensio,
Or Signior Gremio, you, know any such,
Prefer them hither; for to cunning men
I will be very kind, and liberal
To mine own children in good bringing up:
And so farewell. Katharina, you may stay;
For I have more to commune with Bianca. [/INST]
KATHARINA:
Why, and I trust I may go too, may I not? What,
shall I be appointed hours; as though, belike, I
knew not what to take and what to leave, ha? </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
KATHARINA:
Why, and I trust I may go too, may I not? What,
shall I be appointed hours; as though, belike, I
knew not what to take and what to leave, ha? [/INST]
GREMIO:
You may go to the devil's dam: your gifts are so
good, here's none will hold you. Their love is not
so great, Hortensio, but we may blow our nails
together, and fast it fairly out: our cakes dough on
both sides. Farewell: yet for the love I bear my
sweet Bianca, if I can by any means light on a fit
man to teach her that wherein she delights, I will
wish him to her father. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
GREMIO:
You may go to the devil's dam: your gifts are so
good, here's none will hold you. Their love is not
so great, Hortensio, but we may blow our nails
together, and fast it fairly out: our cakes dough on
both sides. Farewell: yet for the love I bear my
sweet Bianca, if I can by any means light on a fit
man to teach her that wherein she delights, I will
wish him to her father. [/INST]
HORTENSIO:
So will I, Signior Gremio: but a word, I pray.
Though the nature of our quarrel yet never brooked
parle, know now, upon advice, it toucheth us both,
that we may yet again have access to our fair
mistress and be happy rivals in Bianco's love, to
labour and effect one thing specially. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
HORTENSIO:
So will I, Signior Gremio: but a word, I pray.
Though the nature of our quarrel yet never brooked
parle, know now, upon advice, it toucheth us both,
that we may yet again have access to our fair
mistress and be happy rivals in Bianco's love, to
labour and effect one thing specially. [/INST]
GREMIO:
What's that, I pray? </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
GREMIO:
What's that, I pray? [/INST]
HORTENSIO:
Marry, sir, to get a husband for her sister. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
HORTENSIO:
Marry, sir, to get a husband for her sister. [/INST]
GREMIO:
A husband! a devil. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
GREMIO:
A husband! a devil. [/INST]
HORTENSIO:
I say, a husband. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
HORTENSIO:
I say, a husband. [/INST]
GREMIO:
I say, a devil. Thinkest thou, Hortensio, though
her father be very rich, any man is so very a fool
to be married to hell? </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
GREMIO:
I say, a devil. Thinkest thou, Hortensio, though
her father be very rich, any man is so very a fool
to be married to hell? [/INST]
HORTENSIO:
Tush, Gremio, though it pass your patience and mine
to endure her loud alarums, why, man, there be good
fellows in the world, an a man could light on them,
would take her with all faults, and money enough. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
HORTENSIO:
Tush, Gremio, though it pass your patience and mine
to endure her loud alarums, why, man, there be good
fellows in the world, an a man could light on them,
would take her with all faults, and money enough. [/INST]
GREMIO:
I cannot tell; but I had as lief take her dowry with
this condition, to be whipped at the high cross
every morning. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
GREMIO:
I cannot tell; but I had as lief take her dowry with
this condition, to be whipped at the high cross
every morning. [/INST]
HORTENSIO:
Faith, as you say, there's small choice in rotten
apples. But come; since this bar in law makes us
friends, it shall be so far forth friendly
maintained all by helping Baptista's eldest daughter
to a husband we set his youngest free for a husband,
and then have to't a fresh. Sweet Bianca! Happy man
be his dole! He that runs fastest gets the ring.
How say you, Signior Gremio? </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
HORTENSIO:
Faith, as you say, there's small choice in rotten
apples. But come; since this bar in law makes us
friends, it shall be so far forth friendly
maintained all by helping Baptista's eldest daughter
to a husband we set his youngest free for a husband,
and then have to't a fresh. Sweet Bianca! Happy man
be his dole! He that runs fastest gets the ring.
How say you, Signior Gremio? [/INST]
GREMIO:
I am agreed; and would I had given him the best
horse in Padua to begin his wooing that would
thoroughly woo her, wed her and bed her and rid the
house of her! Come on. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
GREMIO:
I am agreed; and would I had given him the best
horse in Padua to begin his wooing that would
thoroughly woo her, wed her and bed her and rid the
house of her! Come on. [/INST]
TRANIO:
I pray, sir, tell me, is it possible
That love should of a sudden take such hold? </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
TRANIO:
I pray, sir, tell me, is it possible
That love should of a sudden take such hold? [/INST]
LUCENTIO:
O Tranio, till I found it to be true,
I never thought it possible or likely;
But see, while idly I stood looking on,
I found the effect of love in idleness:
And now in plainness do confess to thee,
That art to me as secret and as dear
As Anna to the queen of Carthage was,
Tranio, I burn, I pine, I perish, Tranio,
If I achieve not this young modest girl.
Counsel me, Tranio, for I know thou canst;
Assist me, Tranio, for I know thou wilt. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
LUCENTIO:
O Tranio, till I found it to be true,
I never thought it possible or likely;
But see, while idly I stood looking on,
I found the effect of love in idleness:
And now in plainness do confess to thee,
That art to me as secret and as dear
As Anna to the queen of Carthage was,
Tranio, I burn, I pine, I perish, Tranio,
If I achieve not this young modest girl.
Counsel me, Tranio, for I know thou canst;
Assist me, Tranio, for I know thou wilt. [/INST]
TRANIO:
Master, it is no time to chide you now;
Affection is not rated from the heart:
If love have touch'd you, nought remains but so,
'Redime te captum quam queas minimo.' </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
TRANIO:
Master, it is no time to chide you now;
Affection is not rated from the heart:
If love have touch'd you, nought remains but so,
'Redime te captum quam queas minimo.' [/INST]
LUCENTIO:
Gramercies, lad, go forward; this contents:
The rest will comfort, for thy counsel's sound. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
LUCENTIO:
Gramercies, lad, go forward; this contents:
The rest will comfort, for thy counsel's sound. [/INST]
TRANIO:
Master, you look'd so longly on the maid,
Perhaps you mark'd not what's the pith of all. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
TRANIO:
Master, you look'd so longly on the maid,
Perhaps you mark'd not what's the pith of all. [/INST]
LUCENTIO:
O yes, I saw sweet beauty in her face,
Such as the daughter of Agenor had,
That made great Jove to humble him to her hand.
When with his knees he kiss'd the Cretan strand. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
LUCENTIO:
O yes, I saw sweet beauty in her face,
Such as the daughter of Agenor had,
That made great Jove to humble him to her hand.
When with his knees he kiss'd the Cretan strand. [/INST]
TRANIO:
Saw you no more? mark'd you not how her sister
Began to scold and raise up such a storm
That mortal ears might hardly endure the din? </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
TRANIO:
Saw you no more? mark'd you not how her sister
Began to scold and raise up such a storm
That mortal ears might hardly endure the din? [/INST]
LUCENTIO:
Tranio, I saw her coral lips to move
And with her breath she did perfume the air:
Sacred and sweet was all I saw in her. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
LUCENTIO:
Tranio, I saw her coral lips to move
And with her breath she did perfume the air:
Sacred and sweet was all I saw in her. [/INST]
TRANIO:
Nay, then, 'tis time to stir him from his trance.
I pray, awake, sir: if you love the maid,
Bend thoughts and wits to achieve her. Thus it stands:
Her eldest sister is so curst and shrewd
That till the father rid his hands of her,
Master, your love must live a maid at home;
And therefore has he closely mew'd her up,
Because she will not be annoy'd with suitors. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
TRANIO:
Nay, then, 'tis time to stir him from his trance.
I pray, awake, sir: if you love the maid,
Bend thoughts and wits to achieve her. Thus it stands:
Her eldest sister is so curst and shrewd
That till the father rid his hands of her,
Master, your love must live a maid at home;
And therefore has he closely mew'd her up,
Because she will not be annoy'd with suitors. [/INST]
LUCENTIO:
Ah, Tranio, what a cruel father's he!
But art thou not advised, he took some care
To get her cunning schoolmasters to instruct her? </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
LUCENTIO:
Ah, Tranio, what a cruel father's he!
But art thou not advised, he took some care
To get her cunning schoolmasters to instruct her? [/INST]
TRANIO:
Ay, marry, am I, sir; and now 'tis plotted. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
TRANIO:
Ay, marry, am I, sir; and now 'tis plotted. [/INST]
LUCENTIO:
I have it, Tranio. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
LUCENTIO:
I have it, Tranio. [/INST]
TRANIO:
Master, for my hand,
Both our inventions meet and jump in one. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
TRANIO:
Master, for my hand,
Both our inventions meet and jump in one. [/INST]
LUCENTIO:
Tell me thine first. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
LUCENTIO:
Tell me thine first. [/INST]
TRANIO:
You will be schoolmaster
And undertake the teaching of the maid:
That's your device. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
TRANIO:
You will be schoolmaster
And undertake the teaching of the maid:
That's your device. [/INST]
LUCENTIO:
It is: may it be done? </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
LUCENTIO:
It is: may it be done? [/INST]
TRANIO:
Not possible; for who shall bear your part,
And be in Padua here Vincentio's son,
Keep house and ply his book, welcome his friends,
Visit his countrymen and banquet them? </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
TRANIO:
Not possible; for who shall bear your part,
And be in Padua here Vincentio's son,
Keep house and ply his book, welcome his friends,
Visit his countrymen and banquet them? [/INST]
LUCENTIO:
Basta; content thee, for I have it full.
We have not yet been seen in any house,
Nor can we lie distinguish'd by our faces
For man or master; then it follows thus;
Thou shalt be master, Tranio, in my stead,
Keep house and port and servants as I should:
I will some other be, some Florentine,
Some Neapolitan, or meaner man of Pisa.
'Tis hatch'd and shall be so: Tranio, at once
Uncase thee; take my colour'd hat and cloak:
When Biondello comes, he waits on thee;
But I will charm him first to keep his tongue. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
LUCENTIO:
Basta; content thee, for I have it full.
We have not yet been seen in any house,
Nor can we lie distinguish'd by our faces
For man or master; then it follows thus;
Thou shalt be master, Tranio, in my stead,
Keep house and port and servants as I should:
I will some other be, some Florentine,
Some Neapolitan, or meaner man of Pisa.
'Tis hatch'd and shall be so: Tranio, at once
Uncase thee; take my colour'd hat and cloak:
When Biondello comes, he waits on thee;
But I will charm him first to keep his tongue. [/INST]
TRANIO:
So had you need.
In brief, sir, sith it your pleasure is,
And I am tied to be obedient;
For so your father charged me at our parting,
'Be serviceable to my son,' quoth he,
Although I think 'twas in another sense;
I am content to be Lucentio,
Because so well I love Lucentio. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
TRANIO:
So had you need.
In brief, sir, sith it your pleasure is,
And I am tied to be obedient;
For so your father charged me at our parting,
'Be serviceable to my son,' quoth he,
Although I think 'twas in another sense;
I am content to be Lucentio,
Because so well I love Lucentio. [/INST]
LUCENTIO:
Tranio, be so, because Lucentio loves:
And let me be a slave, to achieve that maid
Whose sudden sight hath thrall'd my wounded eye.
Here comes the rogue.
Sirrah, where have you been? </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
LUCENTIO:
Tranio, be so, because Lucentio loves:
And let me be a slave, to achieve that maid
Whose sudden sight hath thrall'd my wounded eye.
Here comes the rogue.
Sirrah, where have you been? [/INST]
BIONDELLO:
Where have I been! Nay, how now! where are you?
Master, has my fellow Tranio stolen your clothes? Or
you stolen his? or both? pray, what's the news? </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
BIONDELLO:
Where have I been! Nay, how now! where are you?
Master, has my fellow Tranio stolen your clothes? Or
you stolen his? or both? pray, what's the news? [/INST]
LUCENTIO:
Sirrah, come hither: 'tis no time to jest,
And therefore frame your manners to the time.
Your fellow Tranio here, to save my life,
Puts my apparel and my countenance on,
And I for my escape have put on his;
For in a quarrel since I came ashore
I kill'd a man and fear I was descried:
Wait you on him, I charge you, as becomes,
While I make way from hence to save my life:
You understand me? </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
LUCENTIO:
Sirrah, come hither: 'tis no time to jest,
And therefore frame your manners to the time.
Your fellow Tranio here, to save my life,
Puts my apparel and my countenance on,
And I for my escape have put on his;
For in a quarrel since I came ashore
I kill'd a man and fear I was descried:
Wait you on him, I charge you, as becomes,
While I make way from hence to save my life:
You understand me? [/INST]
BIONDELLO:
I, sir! ne'er a whit. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
BIONDELLO:
I, sir! ne'er a whit. [/INST]
LUCENTIO:
And not a jot of Tranio in your mouth:
Tranio is changed into Lucentio. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
LUCENTIO:
And not a jot of Tranio in your mouth:
Tranio is changed into Lucentio. [/INST]
BIONDELLO:
The better for him: would I were so too! </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
BIONDELLO:
The better for him: would I were so too! [/INST]
TRANIO:
So could I, faith, boy, to have the next wish after,
That Lucentio indeed had Baptista's youngest daughter.
But, sirrah, not for my sake, but your master's, I advise
You use your manners discreetly in all kind of companies:
When I am alone, why, then I am Tranio;
But in all places else your master Lucentio. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
TRANIO:
So could I, faith, boy, to have the next wish after,
That Lucentio indeed had Baptista's youngest daughter.
But, sirrah, not for my sake, but your master's, I advise
You use your manners discreetly in all kind of companies:
When I am alone, why, then I am Tranio;
But in all places else your master Lucentio. [/INST]
LUCENTIO:
Tranio, let's go: one thing more rests, that
thyself execute, to make one among these wooers: if
thou ask me why, sufficeth, my reasons are both good
and weighty. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
LUCENTIO:
Tranio, let's go: one thing more rests, that
thyself execute, to make one among these wooers: if
thou ask me why, sufficeth, my reasons are both good
and weighty. [/INST]
First Servant:
My lord, you nod; you do not mind the play. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
First Servant:
My lord, you nod; you do not mind the play. [/INST]
SLY:
Yes, by Saint Anne, do I. A good matter, surely:
comes there any more of it? </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
SLY:
Yes, by Saint Anne, do I. A good matter, surely:
comes there any more of it? [/INST]
Page:
My lord, 'tis but begun. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
Page:
My lord, 'tis but begun. [/INST]
SLY:
'Tis a very excellent piece of work, madam lady:
would 'twere done! </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
SLY:
'Tis a very excellent piece of work, madam lady:
would 'twere done! [/INST]
PETRUCHIO:
Verona, for a while I take my leave,
To see my friends in Padua, but of all
My best beloved and approved friend,
Hortensio; and I trow this is his house.
Here, sirrah Grumio; knock, I say. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
PETRUCHIO:
Verona, for a while I take my leave,
To see my friends in Padua, but of all
My best beloved and approved friend,
Hortensio; and I trow this is his house.
Here, sirrah Grumio; knock, I say. [/INST]
GRUMIO:
Knock, sir! whom should I knock? is there man has
rebused your worship? </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
GRUMIO:
Knock, sir! whom should I knock? is there man has
rebused your worship? [/INST]
PETRUCHIO:
Villain, I say, knock me here soundly. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
PETRUCHIO:
Villain, I say, knock me here soundly. [/INST]
GRUMIO:
Knock you here, sir! why, sir, what am I, sir, that
I should knock you here, sir? </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
GRUMIO:
Knock you here, sir! why, sir, what am I, sir, that
I should knock you here, sir? [/INST]
PETRUCHIO:
Villain, I say, knock me at this gate
And rap me well, or I'll knock your knave's pate. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
PETRUCHIO:
Villain, I say, knock me at this gate
And rap me well, or I'll knock your knave's pate. [/INST]
GRUMIO:
My master is grown quarrelsome. I should knock
you first,
And then I know after who comes by the worst. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
GRUMIO:
My master is grown quarrelsome. I should knock
you first,
And then I know after who comes by the worst. [/INST]
PETRUCHIO:
Will it not be?
Faith, sirrah, an you'll not knock, I'll ring it;
I'll try how you can sol, fa, and sing it. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
PETRUCHIO:
Will it not be?
Faith, sirrah, an you'll not knock, I'll ring it;
I'll try how you can sol, fa, and sing it. [/INST]
GRUMIO:
Help, masters, help! my master is mad. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
GRUMIO:
Help, masters, help! my master is mad. [/INST]
PETRUCHIO:
Now, knock when I bid you, sirrah villain! </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
PETRUCHIO:
Now, knock when I bid you, sirrah villain! [/INST]
HORTENSIO:
How now! what's the matter? My old friend Grumio!
and my good friend Petruchio! How do you all at Verona? </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
HORTENSIO:
How now! what's the matter? My old friend Grumio!
and my good friend Petruchio! How do you all at Verona? [/INST]
PETRUCHIO:
Signior Hortensio, come you to part the fray?
'Con tutto il cuore, ben trovato,' may I say. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
PETRUCHIO:
Signior Hortensio, come you to part the fray?
'Con tutto il cuore, ben trovato,' may I say. [/INST]
HORTENSIO:
'Alla nostra casa ben venuto, molto honorato signor
mio Petruchio.' Rise, Grumio, rise: we will compound
this quarrel. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
HORTENSIO:
'Alla nostra casa ben venuto, molto honorato signor
mio Petruchio.' Rise, Grumio, rise: we will compound
this quarrel. [/INST]
GRUMIO:
Nay, 'tis no matter, sir, what he 'leges in Latin.
if this be not a lawful case for me to leave his
service, look you, sir, he bid me knock him and rap
him soundly, sir: well, was it fit for a servant to
use his master so, being perhaps, for aught I see,
two and thirty, a pip out? Whom would to God I had
well knock'd at first, Then had not Grumio come by the worst. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
GRUMIO:
Nay, 'tis no matter, sir, what he 'leges in Latin.
if this be not a lawful case for me to leave his
service, look you, sir, he bid me knock him and rap
him soundly, sir: well, was it fit for a servant to
use his master so, being perhaps, for aught I see,
two and thirty, a pip out? Whom would to God I had
well knock'd at first, Then had not Grumio come by the worst. [/INST]
PETRUCHIO:
A senseless villain! Good Hortensio,
I bade the rascal knock upon your gate
And could not get him for my heart to do it. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
PETRUCHIO:
A senseless villain! Good Hortensio,
I bade the rascal knock upon your gate
And could not get him for my heart to do it. [/INST]
GRUMIO:
Knock at the gate! O heavens! Spake you not these
words plain, 'Sirrah, knock me here, rap me here,
knock me well, and knock me soundly'? And come you
now with, 'knocking at the gate'? </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
GRUMIO:
Knock at the gate! O heavens! Spake you not these
words plain, 'Sirrah, knock me here, rap me here,
knock me well, and knock me soundly'? And come you
now with, 'knocking at the gate'? [/INST]
PETRUCHIO:
Sirrah, be gone, or talk not, I advise you. </s> |
<s>[INST] <<SYS>>
You are William Shakespeare. Complete the following dialogue:
<</SYS>>>
PETRUCHIO:
Sirrah, be gone, or talk not, I advise you. [/INST]
HORTENSIO:
Petruchio, patience; I am Grumio's pledge:
Why, this's a heavy chance 'twixt him and you,
Your ancient, trusty, pleasant servant Grumio.
And tell me now, sweet friend, what happy gale
Blows you to Padua here from old Verona? </s> |