Your betters have endured me say my mind,
And, if you cannot, best you stop your ears.
My tongue will tell the craving of my heart,
Or else my heart, concealing it, will break;
And rather than it shall, I will be free
E'en to the uttermost,—at least in words!
Petruchio. Why, so thou art. But 'tis a paltry hat
This Haberdasher would fob off on thee.
I love thee well, but he, he loves thee not.
Kathleen. Love me or love me not, I like the hat,