Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Gre. No doubt but he hath got a quiet catch:
Gre. But now Baptista, to your yonger daughter,
Gre. Now is the day we long haue looked for,
Gre. I am your neighbour, and was suter first.
Tra. Tra.
Tra. And I am one that loue Bianca more
Tra. Then words can witnesse, or your thoughts can guesse.
Gre. Gre.
Gre. Yongling thou canst not loue so deare as I.
Tra. Gray‑beard thy loue doth freeze.
Gre. But thine doth frie,
Gre. Skipper stand backe, 'tis age that nourisheth.
Tra. But youth in Ladies eyes that florisheth.
Bap. Bap.
Bap. Content you gentlemen, I wil cōpoundcompound this strife
Bap. 'Tis deeds must win the prize, and he of both
Bap. That can assure my daughter greatest dower,