Kath. Her silence flouts me, and I'll be revenged.

[[Flies after Bianca.]

30

Bap. What, in my sight? Bianca, get thee in.

[[Exit Bianca.]

Kath. [What], will you not suffer me? Nay, now I see

She is your treasure, she must have a husband;

I must dance bare-foot on her wedding day

And for your love to her lead apes in hell.

Talk not to me: I will go sit and weep