Duke. Be plain, Sir.
John. I will, and short;
Ye have wrong'd a Gentleman,
Little behind your self, beyond all justice,
Beyond mediation of all friends.
Duke. The man, and manner of wrong?
John. Petrucchio,
The wrong, ye have Whor'd his Sister.
Duke. What's his will in't?
John. His will is to oppose you like a Gentleman,
And single, to decide all.
Duke. Now stay you, Sir,
And hear me with the like belief: this Gentleman,
His Sister that you nam'd, 'tis true I have long lov'd,
Nor was that love lascivious, as he makes it;
As true, I have enjoy'd her: no less truth,
I have a Child by her: but that she, or he,
Or any of that family are tainted,
Suffer disgrace, or ruin, by my pleasures,
I wear a Sword to satisfie the world no,
And him in this cause when he please; for know, Sir,
She is my Wife, contracted before Heaven,
(Witness I owe more tye to, than her Brother)
Nor will I flye from that name, which long since
Had had the Churches approbation,
But for his jealous danger.
John. Sir, your pardon,
And all that was my anger, now my service.
Duk. Fair Sir, I knew I should convert ye; had we
But that rough man here now too—
John. And ye shall, Sir,
Whoa, hoa, hoo.