ACT II.

     SCENE I.

          [Padua. A room in Baptista's house.]

          [Enter KATHARINA, and BIANCA with her hands 
          bound.]

          BIANCA.
Good sister, wrong me not, nor wrong your self,                   2/1/1
To make a bondmaid and a slave of me;
That I disdain: but for these other gauds,
Unbind my hands, I'll pull them off myself,
Yea, all my raiment, to my petticoat;
Or, what you will command me, will I do.
So well I know my duty to my elders.

          KATHARINA.
Of all thy suitors, here I charge thee, tell
Whom thou lovest best: see thou dissemble not.

          BIANCA.
Believe me, sister, of all the men alive,                        2/1/10
I never yet beheld that special face
Which I could fancy more than any other.

          KATHARINA.
Minion, thou liest: is't not Hortensio?

          BIANCA.
If you affect him, sister, here I swear
I'll plead for you myself, but you shall have him.

          KATHARINA.
O, then, belike you fancy riches more:
You will have Gremio to keep you fair.

          BIANCA.
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:                      2/1/20
I prithee, sister Kate, untie my hands.

          KATHARINA.
If that be jest, then all the rest was so.    [Strikes her.]

          [Enter BAPTISTA.]

          BAPTISTA.
Why, how now, dame! whence grows this insolence?-
Bianca, stand aside:- poor girl! she weeps:-
Go ply thy needle; meddle not with her.-
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?

          KATHARINA. 
Her silence flouts me, and I'll be revenged.     [Flies 
  after BIANCA.]

          BAPTISTA [holding her back].
What, in my sight?- Bianca, get thee in.     [Exit BIANCA.]      2/1/30

          KATHARINA.
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,
Till I can find occasion of revenge.     [Exit.]

          BAPTISTA.
Was ever gentleman thus grieved as I?