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…with
my tongue in your tail?
Katherina
: Let him that moved you hither/Remove you hence. I knew you at the first/You
were a movable
Petruchio
: Why, what's a movable?
Katherina
: A joint stool
Petruchio
: Thou hast hit it. Come sit on me
Katherina
: Asses are made to bear, and so are you
Petruchio
: Women are made to bear, and so are you
Katherina
: No such jade as you, if me you mean
Petruchio
: Alas, good Kate, I will not burden thee,/For, knowing thee to be but
young and light
[my
edit]
Petruchio
: Come, come you wasp, I'faith you are too angry
Katherina
: If I be waspish, best beware my sting
Petruchio
: My remedy is then to pluck it out
Katherina
: Ay, if the fool could find where it lies
Petruchio
: Who knows not where a wasp does wear his sting?/In his tail
Katherina
: In his tongue
Petruchio
: Whose tongue?
Katherina
: Yours, if you talk of tales, and so farewell [she
turns to go]
Petruchio
: What, with my tongue in your tail? Nay, come again/Good Kate I am a gentleman
Katherina
: That I'll try [she
strikes him]
Petruchio
: I swear I'll cuff you if you strike again [he
holds her]
Katherina
: So may you lose your arms./If you strike me, you are no gentleman
[my
edit]
Petruchio
: You shall be my wife, your dowry 'greed on/And will you, nill you, I
will marry you/Now Kate, I am a husband for your turn/For, by this light
whereby I see thy beauty -/Thou must be married to no man but me,/For I
am he born to tame you, Kate,/And bring you from a wild Kate to a Kate/Conformable
as other household Kates./Here comes your father, never make denial -/I
must and will have Katherine to my wife |
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