“Cousin,” she said, “I am very unhappy. What have I done to be so abused?”
“I’ faith, I know not,” said he, smiling; “unless it was you spoke before his face of a kissing in which he had no share.”
“I spoke but in play. I am an honest wife.”
“Don’t cry your goods too loud, Kate, or men may question them. The soundest wares need the least recommendation.”
“I am, I say; and if I were not, how should it affect him that hates me so?”
“Nay, you go too far.”
“Indeed, he said as much—that I was distasteful to him.”
“Did he say that?”
She set her teeth.
“And shall unsay it; or I will never speak word to him again?”