Pet. I sweare Ile cuffe you, if you strike againe
Kate. So may you loose your armes,
If you strike me, you are no Gentleman,
And if no Gentleman, why then no armes
Pet. A Herald Kate? Oh put me in thy bookes
Kate. What is your Crest, a Coxcombe?
Pet. A comblesse Cocke, so Kate will be my Hen
Kate. No Cocke of mine, you crow too like a crauen
Pet. Nay come Kate, come: you must not looke so
sowre
Kate. It is my fashion when I see a Crab
Pet. Why heere's no crab, and therefore looke not sowre
Kate. There is, there is
Pet. Then shew it me
Kate. Had I a glasse, I would