Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Petr. A good swift simile, but something currish.
Tra. Tra.
Tra. 'Tis well sir that you hunted for your selfe:
Tra. 'Tis thought your Deere does hold you at a bai.
Bap. Bap.
Bap. Oh, oh Petruchio, Tranio hits you now.
Luc. Luc.
Luc. I thanke thee for that gird good Tranio.
Hor. Hor.
Hor. Confesse, confesse, hath he not hit you here?
Petr. Petr.
Petr. A has a little gald me I confesse:
Petr. And as the Iest did glaunce awaie from me,
Petr. 'Tis ten to one it maim'd you too out right.
Bap. Now in good sadnesse sonne Petruchio,
Bap. I thinke thou hast the veriest shrew of all.
Petr. Well, I say no: and therefore sir assurance,
Petr. Let's each one send vnto his wife,