Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Pet. She sings as sweetly as a Nightinghale:
Pet. Say that she frowne, Ile say she lookes as cleere
Pet. As morning Roses newly washt with dew:
Pet. Say she be mute, and will not speake a word,
Pet. Then Ile commend her volubility,
Pet. And say she vttereth piercing eloquence:
Pet. If she do bid me packe, Ile giue her thankes,
Pet. As though she bid me stay by her a weeke:
Pet. If she denie to wed, Ile craue the day
Pet. When I shall aske the banes, and when be married.
Pet. But heere she comes, and now Petruchio speake.
Pet. Enter Katerina.
Pet. Good morrow Kate, for thats your name I heare.
Kate. Kate.
Kate. Well haue you heard, but something hard of
Kate. hearing:
Kate. They call me Katerine, that do talke of me.
Pet. Pet.
Pet. You lye infaith, for you are call'd plaine Kate,
Pet. And bony Kate, and sometimes Kate the curst: