Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Petr. Padua affords nothing but what is kinde.
Hor. Hor.
Hor. For both our sakes I would that word were true.
Pet. Pet.
Pet. Now for my life Hortentio feares his Widow.
Wid. Wid.
Wid. Then neuer trust me if I be affeard.
Petr. Petr.
Petr. You are verie sencible, and yet you misse my
Petr. sence:
Petr. I meane Hortentio is afeard of you.
Petr. Wid. He
Petr. The Taming of the Shrew.
Wid. He that is giddie thinks the world turns round.
Petr. Roundlie replied.
Kat. Kat.
Kat. Mistris, how meane you that?