Kath. Young budding virgin, fair and fresh and sweet,
[Whither away, or where] is thy abode?
Happy the parents of so fair a child;
Happier the man, [whom] favourable stars
[Allot] thee for his lovely bed-fellow!
Pet. Why, how now, Kate! I hope thou art not mad:
This is a man, old, wrinkled, faded, wither'd;
And not a maiden, as thou say'st he is.
Kath. Pardon, old father, my [mistaking] eyes,