Page 1444 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1
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Is it for him you do envy me so?
Nay then you jest, and now I well perceive
You have but jested with me all this while. [20]
I prithee, sister Kate, untie my hands.
KAT HERINA Strikes her.
If that be jest, then all the rest was so.
Enter Baptista.
BAPT IST A
Why, how now, dame, whence grows this insolence?
Bianca, stand aside. Poor girl, she weeps.
Go ply thy needle; meddle not with her. [25]
For shame, thou hilding of a devilish spirit,
Why dost thou wrong her that did ne’er wrong thee?
When did she cross thee with a bitter word?
KAT HERINA
Her silence flouts me, and I’ll be reveng’d.
Flies after Bianca.
BAPT IST A
What, in my sight? Bianca, get thee in. [30]
Exit [Bianca].
KAT HERINA
What, will you not suffer me? Nay, now I see
She is your treasure, she must have a husband,
I must dance barefoot on her wedding-day,
And for your love to her lead apes in hell.
Talk not to me, I will go sit and weep, [35]
Till I can find occasion of revenge.
[Exit.]
BAPT IST A
Was ever gentleman thus griev’d as I?
But who comes here?
