Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bap. I, when the speciall thing is well obtain'd,
Bap. That is her loue: for that is all in all.
Pet. Pet.
Pet. Why that is nothing: for I tell you father,
Pet. I am as peremptorie as she proud minded:
Pet. And where two raging fires meete together,
Pet. They do consume the thing that feedes their furie.
Pet. Though little fire growes great with little winde,
Pet. Yet extreme gusts will blow out fire an
Pet. So I to her, and so she yeelds to me
Pet. For I am rough, and woo not li
Bap. Bap.
Bap. Well mst thou wo
Bap. But be thou arm'
Pet. I to the
Pet. That shakes not
Pet. Enter
Pet. The Taming of the Shrew.