Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Hor. And there I stood amazed for a while,
Hor. As on a Pillorie, looking through the Lute,
Hor. While she did call me Rascall, Fidler,
Hor. And twangling Iacke, with twentie such vilde tearmes,
Hor. As had she studied to misvse me so.
Pet. Pet.
Pet. Now by the world, it is a lustie Wench,
Pet. I loue her ten times more then ere I did,
Pet. Oh how I long to haue some chat with her.
Bap. Bap.
Bap. Wel go with me, and be not so discomfited.
Bap. Proceed in practise with my yonger daughter,
Bap. She's apt to learne, and thankefull for good turnes:
Bap. Signior Petruchio, will you go with vs,
Bap. Or shall I send my daughter Kate to you.
Bap. Exit. Manet Petruchio.
Pet. I pray you do. Ile attend her heere,
Pet. And woo her with some spirit when she comes.
Pet. Say that she raile, why then Ile tell her plaine,