Kath. Her silence flouts me, and I'll be revenged.
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Bap. What, in my sight? Bianca, get thee in.
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