Kate

— Pet[ruchio]. […] Enter Katerina. / Good morrow Kate, for thats your name I heare. Kate. Well haue you heard, but ſomething hard of hearing: / They call me Katerine, that do talke of me. Pet. You lye infaith, for you are call'd plaine Kate, / And bony Kate, and ſometimes Kate the curſt: / But Kate, the prettieſt Kate in Chriſtendome, / Kate of Kate-hall, my ſuper-daintie Kate, / For dainties are all Kates, and therefore Kate / Take this of me, Kate of my conſolation, / Hearing thy mildneſſe prais'd in euery Towne, / Thy vertues ſpoke of, and thy beautie ſounded, / Yet not ſo deepely as to thee belongs, / My ſelfe am moou'd to woo thee for my wife.