1
She has thrown me into a perfect sweat, the cursed old shrew!
2
The hideous glance which the old shrew had given me pursued me everywhere.
3
The old shrew knows cacographers never study theology.
4
Well, said Sir Dinadan, yet have I no shame, for the old shrew, Sir Launcelot, smote me down.
5
"Yi!" he shouts in the voice he now hates-crackedand wavering, the voice of an old shrew in a black dress.