Bian. Believe me, sister, of all [the] men alive
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.
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