Why, 'tis a coal-vase or a bushel-basket,
A fraud, a toy, a trick, a verdant fool'scap:
Away with it! Come, let me have a smaller!
Kathleen. I'll have no smaller: this doth fit the time,
And gentlewomen wear such hats as these.
Petruchio. When you are gentle, you shall have one too,
But of another pattern.
Grumio (aside). Mine, to wit.
Kathleen. Why, Sir, I trust I may have leave to speak:
And speak I will. I am no child, no babe: