Bianca.
Good Sister, wrong me not, nor wrong your self,
To make a bond-maid and a slave of me;
That I disdain; but for these other (a) ^note Gawds,
Unbind my hands, I'll pull them off my self;
Yea, all my raiment, to my petticoat,
Or, what you will command me, will I do;
So well I know my duty to my elders.

Cath.
Of all thy Suitors here, I charge thee, tell
Whom thou lov'st best: see, thou dissemble not.

Bian.
Believe me, Sister, of all men alive
I never yet beheld that special face,
Which I could fancy more than any other.

Cath.
Minion, thou liest; is't not Hortensio?

Bian.
If you affect him, sister, here I swear,
I'll plead for you myself, but you shall have him.

Cath.
Oh, then, belike, you fancy riches more;
You will have Gremio, to keep you fair.

Bian.
Is it for him you do so envy me?
Nay, then you jest; and now, I well perceive,
You have but jested with me all this while;
I pr'ythee, sister Kate, untie my hands.

Cath.
If That be jest, then all the rest was so. [Strikes her.

Enter Baptista.

Bap.
Why, how now, dame, whence grows this insolence?
Bianca, stand aside; poorgir, she weeps;
Go ply thy needle, meddle not with her.
For shame, thou hilding of a devilish spirit,
Why dost thou wrong her, that did ne'er wrong thee?
When did she cross thee with a bitter word?

Cath.
Her silence flouts me; and I'll be reveng'd. [Flies after Bianca.

Bap.
What, in my sight? Bianca, get thee in. [Exit Bianca.

Cath.
Will you not suffer me? nay, now I see,
She is your treasure; she must have a husband;
I must dance bare-foot on her wedding-day,
And, for your love to her, lead apes in hell:
Talk not to me, I will go sit and weep,
'Till I can find occasion of revenge. [Exit Cath.

Bap.
Was ever gentleman thus griev'd, as I?
But who comes here?

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