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So honor peereth in the meanest habit.

What, is the jay more precious than the lark,

Because his feathers are more beautiful?

Or is the adder better than the eel,

Because his painted skin contents the eye?

O no, good Kate; neither art thou the worse

For this poor furniture and mean array.

If thou accountedst it shame, lay it on me,

And therefore frolic, we will hence forthwith,

To feast and sport us at thy father’s house.

Go call my men, and let us straight to him,

And bring our horses unto Long-lane end;

There will we mount, and thither walk on foot.

Let’s see, I think ’tis now some seven a’ clock,

And well we may come there by dinner-time.

Kath.

I dare assure you, sir, ’tis almost two,

And ’twill be supper-time ere you come there.

Pet.

It shall be seven ere I go to horse.

Look what I speak, or do, or think to do,

You are still crossing it. Sirs, let’t alone,

I will not go to-day, and ere I do,

It shall be what a’ clock I say it is.

Hor. [Aside.]

Why, so this gallant will command the sun.