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Taken from the Complete Works of William Shakespeare

The Taming of the Shrew


SCENE,—Sometimes in SICILIA; sometimes in BOHEMIA.


SCENE II.—The same. A Room of State in

the Palace.

My prisoner or my guest? by your dread verily,

One of them you shall be.

Pol.                           Your guest, then, madam.

To be your prisoner should import offending;

Which is for me less easy to commit

Than you to punish.

Her.                         Not your gaoler, then,

But your kind hostess. Come, I’ll question you

Of my lord’s tricks and yours when you were


You were pretty lordlings then.

Pol.                                  We were, fair queen,

Two lads that thought there were no more


But such a day to-morrow as to-day,

And to be boy eternal.                        [two?

Her. Was not my lord the verier wag o’ the

Pol. We were as twinn’d lambs that did

frisk i’ the sun

And bleat the one at the other. What we chang’d

Was innocence for innocence; we knew not

The doctrine of ill-doing, nor dream’d

That any did. Had we pursu’d that life,

And our weak spirits ne’er been higher rear’d

With stronger blood, we should have answer’d


Boldly, Not guilty; the imposition clear’d

Hereditary ours.

Her.                    By this we gather

You have tripp’d since.

Pol.                              O my most sacred lady,

Temptations have since then been born to’s!


In those unfledg’d days was my wife a girl;

Your precious self had then not cross’d the eyes

Of m young play-fellow.

Her.                               Grace to boot!

Of this make no conclusion, lest you say

Your queen and I are devils: yet, go on;

The offences we have made you do we’ll an-


If you first sinn’d with us, and that with us

You did continue fault, and that you slipp’d


With any but with us.

Leon.                         Is he won yet?

Her. He’ll stay, my lord.

Leon.              At my request he would not.

Hermione, my dearest, thou never spok’st

To better purpose.

Her.                       Never?

Leon.                                 Never but once.

Her. What! have I twice said well? when

was’t before?                                [make’s

I pr’ythee, tell me: cram’s with praise, and

As fat as tame things: one good deed dying


Slaughters a thousand waiting upon that.

Our praises are our wages: you may ride’s

With one soft kiss a thousand furlongs ere

With spur we heat an acre. But to the goal:—

My last good deed was to entreat his stay;

What was my first? it has an elder sister,

Or I mistake you: O, would her name were


But once before I spoke to the purpose: when?

Nay, let me have’t; I long.

Leon.                              Why, that was when

Three crabbed months had sour’d themselves

to death,

Ere I could make thee open thy white hand,

And clap thyself my love; then didst thou


I am yours for ever.

Her.                        It is Grace indeed.—

Why, lo you now, I have spoke to the purpose


The one for ever earn’d a royal husband;

The other for some while a friend.

[Giving her hand to POLIXENES.

(On 9/22/14 – Join me for the continuation of “The Winter’s Tale”,

ACT I. SCENE II. (cont’d)—The same. A Room of State in the Palace.

My Poem of the Day


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Photo “Kissing Apples©” by Felina Silver Robinson

Seasons Change©

I gazed upon my garden

Only to see it changing

I spied the first leaves turn colors

from a strong green to a bright yellow-orange

This sign reminds us of winters cold chill

No more flip-flops or shorts that belong to hot summer days

Confused roses are budding

But I wonder if the cold nights air will leave them limp and lifeless on the next morn

Leaves on the ground

Crunching underfoot

Golden sunrises and sunsets

Extra puffy clouds scatter across the sky

Howling winds are your frequent companion

Oh how I love it when the “Seasons Change”

Copyright 2014

Seasons Change©

Felina Silver Robinson



Photo “Colored Mountain Top©” by Felina Silver Robinson©

Taken from the Complete Works of William Shakespeare

The Taming of the Shrew


SCENE,—Sometimes in SICILIA; sometimes in BOHEMIA.


SCENE II.—The same. A Room of State in

the Palace.


MAMILLIUS, CAMILLO, and Attendants.

Pol. Nine changes of the watery star have

been                                               [throne

The shepherd’s note since we have left our

Without a burden: time as long again

Would be fill’d up, my brother, with our thanks

And yet we should, for perpetuity,

Go hence in debt: and therefore, like a cipher,

Yed standing in rich place, I multiply

With one we-thank-you many thousands more

That go before it.

Leon.                  Stay your thanks awhile,

And pay them when you part.

Pol.                                Sir, that’s to-morrow.

I am question’d by my fears, of what may


Or breed upon our absence; that may blow

No sneaping winds at home, to make us say,

This is put forth too truly. Besides, I have stay’d

To tire your royalty.

Leon.                      We are together, brother,

Than you can put us to’t.

Pol.                                  No longer stay.

Leon.  One seven-night longer.

Pol.                             Very sooth, to-morrow.

Leon. We’ll part the time between’s then:

and in that

I’ll no gainsaying.

Pol.                   Press me not, beseech you, so.

There is no tongue that moves, none, none i’

the world                                                 [now,

So soon as yours, could win me: so it should

Were there necessity in your request, although

‘Twere needful I denied it. My affairs

Do even drag me homeward: which to hinder,

Were, in your love, a whip to me; my stay,

To you a charge and trouble: to save both,

Farewell, our brother.

Leon. Tongue-tied, our queen? Speak you.

Her. I had thought, sir, to have held my

peace until

You had drawn oaths from him not to stay.

You, sir,

Charge him too coldly. Tell him, you are sure

All in Bohemia’s well: this satisfaction

The by-gone day proclaimed: say this to him,

He’s beat from his best ward.

Leon.                                Well said, Hermione.

Her. To tell he longs to see his son, were


But let him say so then, and let him go;

But let him swear so, and he shall not stay,

We’ll thwack him hence with distaffs.—

Yet of your royal presence [to POLIXENES] I’ll


The borrow of a week. When at Bohemia

You take my lord, I’ll give him my commission

To let him there a month behind the gest

Prefix’d for his parting:—yet, good deed,


I love thee not a jar of the clock behind

What lady she her lord.—You’ll stay?

Pol.                                              No, madam.

Her. Nay, but you will?

Pol.                                    I may not, verily.

Her. Verily!

ou put me off with limber vows; but I,

Though you would seek to unsphere the stars

with oaths, Should yet say, Sir, no going. Verily

You shall not go; a lady’s verily is

As potent as a lord’s. Will you go yet?

Force me to keep you as a prisoner,

Not like a guest: so you shall pay your fees

When you depart, and save your thanks. How

say you?

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(On 9/21/14 – Join me for the continuation of “The Winter’s Tale”,

ACT I. SCENE II. (cont’d)—The same. A Room of State in the Palace.

Taken from the Complete Works of William Shakespeare

The Taming of the Shrew


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SCENE,—Sometimes in SICILIA; sometimes in BOHEMIA.


SCENE I.— SICILIA. An Antechamber in

LEONTES’ Palace.


Arch. If you shall chance, Camillo, to visit

Bohemia, on the like occasion whereon my

services are now on foot, you shall see, as I

have said, great difference betwixt our Bohemia

and your Sicilia.

Cam. I think this coming summer the King

of Sicilia means to pay Bohemia the visitation

which he justly owes him.

Arch. Wherein our entertainment shall

shame us we will be justified in our loves; for,


Cam. Beseech you,—

Arch. Verily, I speak it in the freedom of my

knowledge: we cannot with such magnificence

—in so rare—I know not what to say,—We will

give you sleepy drinks, that your senses, unin-

telligent of our insufficience, may, though they

cannot praise us, as little accuse us.

Cam. You pay a great deal too dear for

what’s given freely.

Arch. Believe me, I speak as my under-

standing instructs me, and as mine honesty

puts it to utterance.

Cam. Sicilia cannot show himself overkind

to Bohemia. They were trained together in

their childhoods; and there rooted betwixt

them then such an affection which cannot

choose but branch now. Since their more

mature dignities and royal necessities made

separation of their society, their encounters,

though not personal, have been royally attor-

neyed, with interchange of gifts, letters, loving

embassies; that they have seemed to be to-

gether, thought absent; shook hands, as over a

vast; and embraced, as it were, from the ends

of opposed winds. The heavens continue their


Arch. I think there is not the world either

malice or matter to alter it. You have an un-

speakable comfort of your young Prince

Mamillius: it is a gentleman of the greatest

promise that ever came into my note.

Cam.  I very well agree with you in the hops

of him. It is a gallant child; one that, indeed,

physics the subject, makes old hearts fresh:

they that went on crutches ere he was born

desire yet their life to see him a man.

Arch. Would they else be content to die?

Cam. Yes; if there were no other excuse why

they should desire to live.

Arch. If the king had no son they would

desire to live on crutches till he had one.


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(On 9/20/14 – Join me for the continuation of “The Winter’s Tale”,

ACT I. SCENE II.—The same. A Room of State in the Palace.

My Poem of the Day


Oh The Way She Makes Me Feel©

Curves that just don’t quit

Toes that curl at his touch

Fingers that knock the tension out of any muscle

Hands that sooth every ache in any head

There’s not a ripple in any ocean that can me feel the way she makes me feel

When she speaks I’m completely mesmerized

By each word that roles of her tongue

I can no longer concentrate on anything else

She has the cutest little laugh when she’s nervous

Whenever I bring my friends around

There’s a shyness about her

That intrigues all who meet her

But I have to remind them all that she’s my girl

And there are some things I’m just not willing to share

I feel so lucky to have her to comfort me and the end of each day

Oh The Way She Makes Me Feel

Don’t you wish you hand some one like her to start and end your night

Copyright 2014©

Oh The Way She Makes Me Feel©

Felina Silver Robinson

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Michael Jackson – The Way You Make Me Feel

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My Poem of the Day

(09/18/14) #3

Domestic Violence

When Someone You Know Needs Help!©

I know you’ve seen it

But were too embarrassed

To do anything

To say anything

Sometimes you were paralyzed with fear from what you saw

You had nightmares riddled with guilt

Wondering if anything became of what you saw

But told no one about

Your next encounter

Is in your very own building

You’re unlocking your apartment door


You spot a child in the corridor with his father

Being punched in the face

Then kicked in the buttox

He couldn’t have been more than 9 years old

You know there is nothing that warrants that type of abuse

Domestic Violence has all sorts of ages

All sorts faces

The reasons

Excuses are endlessly mounted



Those suffering from

Mental Illness

Head Injuries


Anger Management

Sometimes though

It’s due to just plain ignorance

When we don’t teach

There’s nothing to learn

When we don’t correct bad behavior

It just continues

When we allow the behavior

We nourish it

When we let the behavior go unpunished

More innocent people end up maimed or dying

Then we are left with the aftermath

Families in therapy for what could be the rest of their lives

Don’t stand there watching

When Someone You Know Needs Help!

You never know when fate is aimed your way

Guilt and innocence

You pick a side

Copyright 2014

When Someone You Know Needs Help!©

Felina Silver Robinson

This poem is one of many written in the hopes of raising awareness about domestic violence.  This is a serious problem that has plagued us all for decades even centuries. I believe its been inbred in many and they are not even aware of what they are doing nor are the aware of the consequences to themselves or their victims.  Changes can only be made once the problem is acknowledged and both the victim and the abuser become willing to take action only then can progress be made. Are you ready to lend a hand or a shoulder to those in need? Take Action and defeat the beast known as Domestic Violence.