“WHAT HAP HAD I TO MARRY A SHROW!”
Reading edition
HAT hap had I to marry a shrow! For she hath given me many a blow, And how to please her, alack! I do not know. From morn to even her tongue ne’er lies; Sometimes she brawls, sometimes she cries; Yet I can scarce keep her talents from mine eyes. If I go abroad and late come in, “Sir Knave,” saith she, “where have you been?” And do I well or ill, she claps me on the skin.
