Page 1423 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1

KAT HERINA

I pray you, sir, is it your will
To make a stale of me amongst these mates?

HORT ENSIO

Mates, maid, how mean you that? No mates for you
Unless you were of gentler, milder mould. [60]

KAT HERINA

I’ faith, sir, you shall never need to fear.
Iwis it is not half way to her heart.
But if it were, doubt not her care should be
To comb your noddle with a three-legg’d stool,
And paint your face, and use you like a fool. [65]

HORT ENSIO

From all such devils, good Lord deliver us!

GREMIO

And me too, good Lord!

T RANIO

Husht, master, here’s some good pastime toward.
That wench is stark mad or wonderful froward.

LUCENT IO

But in the other’s silence do I see [70]
Maid’s mild behaviour and sobriety.
Peace, Tranio.

T RANIO

Well said, master. Mum! and gaze your fill.

BAPT IST A

Gentlemen, that I may soon make good
What I have said. - Bianca, get you in. [75]
And let it not displease thee, good Bianca,
For I will love thee ne’er the less, my girl.

KAT HERINA