Taming of the Shrew, [2.1.228-234]. Petruchio. “Nay, come, Kate, come, you must not look so sour.” Katherine. “It is my fashion when I see a crab.” Petruchio. “Why, here’s no crab, and therefore look not sour.” Katherine. “There is, there is.” Petruchio. “Then show it me.” Katherine. “Had I a glass, I would.” Petruchio. “What, you mean my face?” Katherine. “Well aim’d of such a young one.”


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