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Loud 'larums, neighing steeds and trumpets' clang? And do you tell me of a woman's tongue, That gives not half so great a blow to hear
As will a chestnut in a farmer's fire? Tush, tush, fear boys with bugs!

PETRUCHIO
Have I not in my time heard lions roar?
Have I not heard the sea, puffed up with winds,
Rage like an angry boar chafed with sweat?
Have I not heard great ordnance in the field,
And heaven's artillery thunder in the skies?
Have I not in a pitchèd battle heard