Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Kate. That triumph thus vpon my misery:
Kate. Go get thee gone, I say.
Kate. Enter Petruchio, and Hortensio with meate.
Petr. Petr.
Petr. How fares my Kate, what sweeting all a‑mort?
Hor. Hor.
Hor. Mistris, what cheere?
Kate. Kate.
Kate. Faith as cold as can be.
Pet. Pet.
Pet. Plucke vp thy spirits, looke cheerfully vpon me.
Pet. Heere Loue, thou seest how diligent I am,
Pet. To dresse thy meate my selfe, and bring it thee.
Pet. I am sure sweet Kate, this kindnesse merites thankes.
Pet. What, not a word? Nay then, thou lou'st it not:
Pet. And all my paines is sorted to no proofe.
Pet. Heere take away this dish.
Kate. I pray you let it stand.