Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Kate. Doe what thou canst, I will not goe to day,
Kate. No, nor to morrow, not till I please my selfe,
Kate. The dore is open sir, there lies your way,
Kate. You may be iogging whiles your bootes are greene:
Kate. For me, Ile not be gone till I please my selfe,
Kate. 'Tis like you'll proue a iolly surly groome,
Kate. That take it on you at the first so roundly.
Pet. Pet.
Pet. O Kate content thee, prethee be not angry.
Kat. Kat.
Kat. I will be angry, what hast thou to doe?
Kat. Father, be quiet, he shall stay my leisure.
Gre. Gre.
Gre. I marry sir, now it begins to worke.
Kat. Gentlemen, forward to the bridall dinner,
Kat. I see a woman may be made a foole
Kat. If she had not a spirit to resist.
Pet. They shall goe forward Kate at thy command,