[Kath. In his tongue.]

Pet. Whose tongue?

Kath. Yours, if you talk of [tails]: and so farewell.

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Pet. What, with my tongue in your tail? [nay], come again,

Good Kate; I am a gentleman.

Kath. That I'll try. [She strikes him.

Pet. I swear I'll cuff you, if you strike again.

Kath. [So] may you lose your arms:

If you strike me, you are no gentleman;