Or else my heart, concealing it, will break;
And rather than it shall, I will be free
E'en to the uttermost,--at least in words!

_Petruchio_. Why, so thou art. But 'tis a paltry hat
This Haberdasher would fob off on thee.
I love thee well, but _he_, he loves thee not.

_Kathleen_. Love me or love me not, I like the hat,
And it I will have, or I will have none.

_Grumio_ (_aside_). Then is she like to go bareheaded long!

[_Left arguing. Sequel--some day._

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OUR OLD FRIEND ONCE MORE.--Mrs. RAM has lately taken to theatre-going.
She says, however, that she doesn't much care about going on first
nights of new pieces, as the Stalls are full of Crickets.

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[Illustration: KATHLEEN AND PETRUCHIO.

KATHLEEN. "I'LL HAVE NO SMALLER; THIS DOTH FIT THE TIME. AND
GENTLEWOMEN WEAR SUCH HATS AS THESE."

PETRUCHIO. "WHEN YOU ARE GENTLE, YOU SHALL HAVE ONE TOO, BUT--OF
ANOTHER FASHION."--_Shakspeare Balfourised_.]