ABSTRACT
And I like thee the better for I would have thee so. KATE Let go my hand, for feare it reach your eare. FE RAN. No Kate, this hand is mine and I thy love. KATE In faith sir no the woodcock wants his taile. FE RAN. But yet his bil wil serve, if the other faile. 30 ALFON. How now Ferando, what saies my daughter? FE RAN. Shees willing sir and loves me as hir life. KATE Tis for your skin then, but not to be your wife. ALFON. Corne hither Kate and let me give thy hand
To him that I have chosen for thy love, And thou to morrow shalt be wed to him.
