For I have more to commune with Bianca. [Exit.
Kath. Why, [and] I trust I may go too, may I [not?]
What, shall I be appointed hours; as though, belike,
I knew not what to take, and what to leave, ha? [Exit.
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Gre. You may go to the devil's dam: your gifts are so
good, [here's] none will hold you. [Their] love is not so great,
Hortensio, but we may blow our nails together, and fast it
fairly out: our cake's dough on both sides. Farewell:
yet, for the love I bear my sweet Bianca, if I can by any