Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Hot. Hot.
Hot. Away, away you trifler: Loue, I loue thee not,
Hot. I care not for thee Kate: this is no world
Hot. To play with Mammets, and to tilt with lips.
Hot. We must haue bloodie Noses, and crack'd Crownes,
Hot. And passe them currant too. Gods me, my horse.
Hot. What say'st thou Kate? what wold'st thou haue with me?
La. La.
La. Do ye not loue me? Do ye not indeed?
La. Well, do not then. For since you loue me not,
La. I will not loue my selfe. Do you not loue me?
La. Nay, tell me if thou speak'st in iest or no.
Hot. Come, wilt thou see me ride?
Hot. And when I am a horsebacke, I will sweare
Hot. I loue thee infinitely. But hearke you Kate,
Hot. I must not haue you henceforth, question me,
Hot. Whether I go: nor reason whereabout.
Hot. Whether I must, I must: and to conclude,
Hot. This Euening must I leaue thee, gentle Kate.