Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Petr. Sweete Kate embrace her for her beauties sake.
Hort. Hort.
Hort. A will make the man mad to make the woman
Hort. of him.
Kate. Kate.
Kate. Yong budding Virgin, faire, and fresh, & sweet,
Kate. Whether away, or whether is thy aboade?
Kate. Happy the Parents of so faire a childe;
Kate. Happier the man whom fauourable stars
Kate. A lots thee for his louely bedfellow.
Petr. Petr.
Petr. Why how now Kate, I hope thou art not mad,
Petr. This is a man old, wrinckled, faded, withered,
Petr. And not a Maiden, as thou saist he is.
Kate. Pardon old father my mistaking eies,
Kate. That haue bin so bedazled with the sunne,
Kate. That euery thing I looke on seemeth greene:
Kate. Now I perceiue thou art a reuerent Father:
Kate. Pardon I pray thee for my mad mistaking.