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;