Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Pet. I pray you do. Ile attend her heere,
Pet. And woo her with some spirit when she comes.
Pet. Say that she raile, why then Ile tell her plaine,
Pet. She sings as sweetly as a Nightinghale:
Pet. Say that she frowne, Ile say she lookes as cleere
Pet. As morning Roses newly washt with dew:
Pet. Say she be mute, and will not speake a word,
Pet. Then Ile commend her volubility,
Pet. And say she vttereth piercing eloquence:
Pet. If she do bid me packe, Ile giue her thankes,
Pet. As though she bid me stay by her a weeke:
Pet. If she denie to wed, Ile craue the day
Pet. When I shall aske the banes, and when be married.
Pet. But heere she comes, and now Petruchio speake.
Pet. Enter Katerina.
Pet. Good morrow Kate, for thats your name I heare.
Kate. Kate.
Kate. Well haue you heard, but something hard of
Kate. hearing:
Kate. They call me Katerine, that do talke of me.