BIANCA.
If you affect him, sister, here I swear
I’ll plead for you myself but you shall have him.
KATHERINA.
O! then, belike, you fancy riches more:
You will have Gremio to keep you fair.
BIANCA.
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:
I prithee, sister Kate, untie my hands.
KATHERINA.
If that be jest, then all the rest was so.
[Strikes her.]
Enter Baptista.
BAPTISTA.
Why, how now, dame! Whence grows this insolence?
Bianca, stand aside. Poor girl! she weeps.
Go ply thy needle; meddle not with her.
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?
KATHERINA.
Her silence flouts me, and I’ll be reveng’d.
[Flies after Bianca.]
BAPTISTA.
What! in my sight? Bianca, get thee in.