Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Pet. bands.
Pet. Wid. Come,
Pet. The Taming of the Shrew.
Wid. Wid.
Wid. Come, come, your mocking: we will haue no
Wid. telling.
Pet. Pet.
Pet. Come on I say, and first begin with her.
Wid. She shall not.
Pet. I say she shall, and first begin with her.
Kate. Kate.
Kate. Fie, fie, vnknit that threatning vnkinde brow,
Kate. And dart not scornefull glances from those eies,
Kate. To wound thy Lord, thy King, thy Gouernour.
Kate. It blots thy beautie, as frosts doe bite the Meads,
Kate. Confounds thy fame, as whirlewinds shake faire budds,
Kate. And in no sence is meete or amiable.
Kate. A woman mou'd, is like a fountaine troubled,