I'll bring [mine] action on the proudest he
That stops my way in Padua. Grumio,
Draw forth thy weapon, [we are] beset with thieves;
Rescue thy mistress, if thou be a man.
Fear not, sweet wench, they shall not touch thee, Kate:
I'll buckler thee against a million.
[[Exeunt Petruchio, Katharina, and Grumio.]
Bap. Nay, let them go, a couple of quiet ones.
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Gre. Went they not quickly, I should die with laughing.