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Such war of white and red within her cheeks!

What stars do spangle heaven with such beauty,

As those two eyes become that heavenly face?

Fair lovely maid, once more good day to thee.

Sweet Kate, embrace her for her beauty’s sake.

Hor.

’A will make the man mad, to make [a] woman of him.

Kath.

Young budding virgin, fair, and fresh, and sweet,

Whither away, or [where] is thy abode?

Happy the parents of so fair a child!

Happier the man whom favorable stars

Allots thee for his lovely bedfellow!

Pet.

Why, how now, Kate, I hope thou art not mad.

This is a man, old, wrinkled, faded, withered,

And not a maiden, as thou say’st he is.

Kath.

Pardon, old father, my mistaking eyes,

That have been so bedazzled with the sun,

That every thing I look on seemeth green;

Now I perceive thou are a reverent father.

Pardon, I pray thee, for my mad mistaking.

Pet.

Do, good old grandsire, and withal make known

Which way thou travellest—if along with us,

We shall be joyful of thy company.

Vin.

Fair sir, and you my merry mistress,