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Page 2 of 18 Women are made to bear, and so are you. No such jade as you, if me you mean. Alas! good Kate, I will not burden thee; Too light for such a swain as you to catch; Well ta'en, and like a buzzard. O slow-wing'd turtle! shall a buzzard take thee? Ay, for a turtle, as he takes a buzzard. Come, come, you wasp; i' faith, you are too angry. If I be waspish, best beware my sting. My remedy is then, to pluck it out. Ay, if the fool could find it where it lies, Who knows not where a wasp does Yours, if you talk of tails: and so farewell. What, with my tongue in your tail? nay, come again, That I'll try. (She strikes him) I swear I'll cuff you, if you strike again. So may you lose your arms: A herald, Kate? O, put me in thy books! What is your crest? a coxcomb? A combless cock, so Kate will be my hen. |
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