Pet. Oh slow-wing'd Turtle, shal a buzard take thee?
Kat. I for a Turtle, as he takes a buzard
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