_Bian._ Good sister, wrong me not, nor wrong yourself, To make a bondmaid and a slave of me; That I disdain: but for these other gawds, Unbind my hands, I 'll pull them off myself, Yea, all my raiment, to my petticoat; 5 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 lovest best: see thou dissemble not. _Bian._ Believe me, sister, of all the men alive 10 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 myself, but you shall have him. 15 _Kath._ O then, belike, you fancy riches more: You will have Gremio to keep you fair. _Bian._ Is it for him you do envy me so? Nay then you jest, and now I well perceive You have but jested with me all this while: 20 I prithee, 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. 25 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 revenged. [_Flies after Bianca._ _Bap._ What, in my sight? Bianca, get thee in. 30 [_Exit Bianca._ _Kath._ What, 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 35 Till I can find occasion of revenge. [_Exit._ _Bap._ Was ever gentleman thus grieved as I? But who comes here? _Enter_ GREMIO, LUCENTIO _in the habit of a mean man_; PETRUCHIO, _with_ HORTENSIO _as a musician_; _and_ TRANIO, _with_ BIONDELLO _bearing a lute and books_. _Gre._ Good morrow, neighbour Baptista. _Bap._ Good morrow, neighbour Gremio. God save you, 40 gentlemen! _Pet._ And you, good sir! Pray, have you not a daughter Call'd Katharina, fair and virtuous? _Bap._ I have a daughter, sir, called Katharina. _Gre._ You are too blunt: go to it orderly. 45