ACT II.
1. SCENE I. Padua. A room in BAPTISTA'S house.
(continued)
KATHERINA.
Ay, if the fool could find it where it lies.
PETRUCHIO.
Who knows not where a wasp does wear his sting?
In his tail.
KATHERINA.
In his tongue.
PETRUCHIO. Whose tongue?
KATHERINA.
Yours, if you talk of tales; and so farewell.
PETRUCHIO.
What! with my tongue in your tail? Nay, come again,
Good Kate; I am a gentleman.
KATHERINA.
That I'll try.
[Striking him.]
PETRUCHIO.
I swear I'll cuff you if you strike again.
KATHERINA.
So may you lose your arms:
If you strike me, you are no gentleman;
And if no gentleman, why then no arms.
PETRUCHIO.
A herald, Kate? O! put me in thy books.
KATHERINA.
What is your crest? a coxcomb?
PETRUCHIO.
A combless cock, so Kate will be my hen.
KATHERINA.
No cock of mine; you crow too like a craven.
PETRUCHIO.
Nay, come, Kate, come; you must not look so sour.
KATHERINA.
It is my fashion when I see a crab.
PETRUCHIO.
Why, here's no crab, and therefore look not sour.
KATHERINA.
There is, there is.
PETRUCHIO.
Then show it me.
KATHERINA.
Had I a glass I would.
PETRUCHIO.
What, you mean my face?
KATHERINA.
Well aim'd of such a young one.
PETRUCHIO.
Now, by Saint George, I am too young for you.
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