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THE TAMING OP A SHREW. 183
And I will sing a merrye song, If they thereto agree.
Because the song I mean to sing
Doth touch them most of all, 10
And loth I were that any one
With me shold chide and brawle. I have anough of that at home,
At boarde, and eake in bed; And once for singing this same song lis
My wyfe did breake my head.
But if thes good wyves all be pleasd,
And pleased be the men, He venture one more broken pate,
To sing it once agayne. ao
But first He tell you what it's cald,
For feare you heare no more ; 'Tis calde the Taming of a Shrew,
Not often sung before.
And if I then shall sing the rest, as
A signe I needs must have; Hold but your finger up to me,
Or hem,—that's al I crave— Then wil I sing it with a harte, . And to it roundelye goe; 30
You know my mynde, now let me see
Whether I shal sing*t or no. Hem.
Well then, I see you willing are That I shall sing the reste;