Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Kat. Call you me daughter? now I promise you
Kat. You haue shewd a tender fatherly regard,
Kat. To wish me wed to one halfe Lunaticke,
Kat. A mad‑cap ruffian, and a swearing Iacke,
Kat. That thinkes with oathes to face the matter out.
Pet. Pet.
Pet. Father, 'tis thus, your selfe and all the world
Pet. That talk'd of her, haue talk'd amisse of her:
Pet. If she be curst, it is for pollicie,
Pet. For shee's not froward, but modest as the Doue,
Pet. Shee is not hot, but temperate as the morne,
Pet. For patience shee will proue a second Grissell,
Pet. And Romane Lucrece for her chastitie:
Pet. And to conclude, we haue greed so well together,
Pet. That vpon sonday is the wedding day.
Kate. Kate.
Kate. Ile see thee hang'd on sonday first.
Gre. Gre.
Gre. Hark Petruchio, she saies shee'll see thee hang'd (first.
Tra. Tra.