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PET RUCHIO

Now, by Saint George, I am too young for you.

KAT HERINA

Yet you are wither’d.

PET RUCHIO

’Tis with cares.

KAT HERINA

I care not.

PET RUCHIO

Nay, hear you, Kate - in sooth, you scape not so.

KAT HERINA

I chafe you, if I tarry. Let me go.

PET RUCHIO

No, not a whit. I find you passing gentle. [235]
’Twas told me you were rough, and coy, and sullen,
And now I find report a very liar;
For thou art pleasant, gamesome, passing courteous,
But slow in speech, yet sweet as spring-time flowers.
Thou canst not frown, thou canst not look askance, [240]
Nor bite the lip, as angry wenches will,
Nor hast thou pleasure to be cross in talk.
But thou with mildness entertain’st thy wooers,
With gentle conference, soft and affable.
Why does the world report that Kate doth limp? [245]
O slanderous world! Kate like the hazel-twig
Is straight and slender, and as brown in hue
As hazel-nuts and sweeter than the kernels.
O, let me see thee walk. Thou dost not halt.

KAT HERINA

Go, fool, and whom thou keep’st command. [250]

PET RUCHIO

Did ever Dian so become a grove