untempering

Now fie upon my false French . By mine
honor , in true English , I love thee , Kate . By which
honor I dare not swear thou lovest me , yet my blood
begins to flatter me that thou dost , notwithstanding
the poor and untempering effect of my visage . Now
beshrew my father’s ambition ! He was thinking of
civil wars when he got me ; therefore was I created
with a stubborn outside , with an aspect of iron , that
when I come to woo ladies , I fright them . But , in
faith , Kate , the elder I wax , the better I shall appear .
My comfort is that old age , that ill layer-up of
beauty , can do no more spoil upon my face . Thou
hast me , if thou hast me , at the worst , and thou shalt
wear me , if thou wear me , better and better . And
therefore tell me , most fair Katherine , will you have
me ? Put off your maiden blushes , avouch the
thoughts of your heart with the looks of an empress ,
take me by the hand , and say Harry of England , I
am thine , which word thou shalt no sooner bless
mine ear withal , but I will tell thee aloud England
is thine , Ireland is thine , France is thine , and Henry
Plantagenet is thine , who , though I speak it before
his face , if he be not fellow with the best king , thou
shalt find the best king of good fellows . Come , your
answer in broken music , for thy voice is music , and
thy English broken . Therefore , queen of all , Katherine ,
break thy mind to me in broken English . Wilt
thou have me ?