Page 1453 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1
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So may you lose your arms.
If you strike me, you are no gentleman,
And if no gentleman, why then no arms. [220]
PET RUCHIO
A herald, Kate? O, put me in thy books.
KAT HERINA
What is your crest, a coxcomb?
PET RUCHIO
A combless cock, so Kate will be my hen.
KAT HERINA
No cock of mine, you crow too like a craven.
PET RUCHIO
Nay, come, Kate, come; you must not look so sour. [225]
KAT HERINA
It is my fashion when I see a crab.
PET RUCHIO
Why, here’s no crab, and therefore look not sour.
KAT HERINA
There is, there is.
PET RUCHIO
Then show it me.
KAT HERINA
Had I a glass, I would.
PET RUCHIO
What, you mean my face?
KAT HERINA
Well aim’d of such a young one. [230]
