Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Kate. Kate.
Kate. Then God be blest, it is the blessed sun,
Kate. But sunne it is not, when you say it is not.
Kate. And the Moone changes euen as your minde:
Kate. What you will haue it nam'd, euen that it is,
Kate. And so it shall be so for Katherine.
Hort. Hort.
Hort. Petruchio, goe thy waies, the field is won.
Petr. Petr.
Petr. Well, forward, forward, thus the bowle should (run,
Petr. And not vnluckily against the Bias:
Petr. But soft, Company is comming here.
Petr. Enter Vincentio.
Petr. Good morrow gentle Mistris, where away:
Petr. Tell me sweete Kate, and tell me truely too,
Petr. Hast thou beheld a fresher Gentlewoman:
Petr. Such warre of white and red within her cheekes:
Petr. What stars do spangle heauen with such beautie,
Petr. As those two eyes become that heauenly face?
Petr. Faire louely Maide, once more good day to thee: