Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Kate. And speake I will. I am no childe, no babe,
Kate. Your betters haue indur'd me say my minde,
Kate. And if you cannot, best you stop your eares.
Kate. My tongue will tell the anger of my heart,
Kate. Or els my heart concealing it wil breake,
Kate. And rather then it shall, I will be free,
Kate. Euen to the vttermost as I please in words.
Pet. Pet.
Pet. Why thou saist true, it is paltrie cap,
Pet. A custard coffen, a bauble, a silken pie,
Pet. I loue thee well in that thou lik'st it not.
Kate. Kate.
Kate. Loue me, or loue me not, I like the cap,
Kate. And it I will haue, or I will haue none.
Pet. Thy gowne, why I: come Tailor let vs see't.
Pet. Oh mercie God, what masking stuffe is heere?
Pet. Whats this? a sleeue? 'tis like demi cannon,
Pet. What, vp and downe caru'd like an apple Tart?
Pet. Heers snip, and nip, and cut, and slish and slash,