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 goods,
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.

Kath.
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.

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

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

Kath.
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.

Kath.
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; poor girl, 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?

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

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

Kath.
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 Kath.

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

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