Pet. Come, come you Waspe, y'faith you are too angrie Kate. If I be waspish, best beware my sting Pet. My remedy is then to plucke it out Kate. I, if the foole could finde it where it lies Pet. Who knowes not where a Waspe does weare his sting? In his taile Kate. In his tongue? Pet. Whose tongue Kate. Yours if you talke of tales, and so farewell Pet. What with my tongue in your taile. Nay, come againe, good Kate, I am a Gentleman, Kate. That Ile trie. She strikes him Pet. I sweare Ile cuffe you, if you strike againe Kate. So may you loose your armes, If you strike me, you are no Gentleman, And if no Gentleman, why then no armes Pet. A Herald Kate? Oh put me in thy bookes Kate. What is your Crest, a Coxcombe? Pet. A comblesse Cocke, so Kate will be my Hen Kate. No Cocke of mine, you crow too like a crauen Pet. Nay come Kate, come: you must not looke so sowre Kate. It is my fashion when I see a Crab Pet. Why heere's no crab, and therefore looke not sowre Kate. There is, there is Pet. Then shew it me Kate. Had I a glasse, I would Pet. What, you meane my face Kate. Well aym'd of such a yong one Pet. Now by S[aint]. George I am too yong for you Kate. Yet you are wither'd Pet. 'Tis with cares Kate. I care not Pet. Nay heare you Kate. Insooth you scape not so Kate. I chafe you if I tarrie. Let me go Pet. No, not a whit, I finde you passing gentle: 'Twas told me you were rough, and coy, and sullen, And now I finde report a very liar: For thou art pleasant, gamesome, passing courteous, But slow in speech: yet sweet as spring-time flowers. Thou canst not frowne, thou canst not looke a sconce, Nor bite the lip, as angry wenches will, Nor hast thou pleasure to be crosse in talke: But thou with mildnesse entertain'st thy wooers, With gentle conference, soft, and affable. Why does the world report that Kate doth limpe? Oh sland'rous world: Kate like the hazle twig Is straight, and slender, and as browne in hue As hazle nuts, and sweeter then the kernels: Oh let me see thee walke: thou dost not halt Kate. Go foole, and whom thou keep'st command Pet. Did euer Dian so become a Groue As Kate this chamber with her princely gate: O be thou Dian, and let her be Kate, And then let Kate be chaste, and Dian sportfull Kate. Where did you study all this goodly speech? Petr. It is extempore, from my mother wit Kate. A witty mother, witlesse else her sonne Pet. Am I not wise? Kat. Yes, keepe you warme Pet. Marry so I meane sweet Katherine in thy bed: And therefore setting all this chat aside, Thus in plaine termes: your father hath consented That 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 turne, For by this light, whereby I see thy beauty, Thy beauty that doth make me like thee well, Thou must be married to no man but me, Enter Baptista, Gremio, Trayno.