Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Pet. Pet.
Pet. I sweare Ile cuffe you, if you strike againe.
Kate. Kate.
Kate. So may you loose your armes,
Kate. If you strike me, you are no Gentleman,
Kate. And if no Gentleman, why then no armes.
Pet. A Herald Kate? Oh put me in thy bookes.
Kate. What is your Crest, a Coxcombe?
Pet. A comblesse Cocke, so Kate will be my Hen.
Kate. No Cocke of mine, you crow too like a crauen
Pet. Nay come Kate, come: you must not looke so
Pet. sowre.
Kate. It is my fashion when I see a Crab.