Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Gre. A bridegroome say you? 'Tis a groome indeed,
Gre. A grumlling groome, and that the girle shall finde.
Tra. Tra.
Tra. Curster then she, why 'tis impossible.
Gre. Gre.
Gre. Why hee's a deuill, a deuill, a very fiend.
Tra. Why she's a deuill, a deuill, the deuls damme.
Gre. Tut, she's a Lambe, a Doue, a foole to him:
Gre. Ile tell you sir Lucentio; when the Priest
Gre. Should aske if Katherine should be his wife,
Gre. I, by goggs woones quoth he, and swore so loud,
Gre. That all amaz'd the Priest let fall the booke,
Gre. And as he stoop'd againe to take it vp,
Gre. This mad‑brain'd bridegroome tooke him such a cuffe,
Gre. That downe fell Priest and booke, and booke and Priest,
Gre. Now take them vp quoth he, if any list.
Tra. What said the wench when he rose againe?