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As prisoners to her womanly persuasion.

Katherine, that cap of yours becomes you not;

Off with that bable, throw it under-foot.

[Katherina throws down her cap.]

Wid.

Lord, let me never have a cause to sigh,

Till I be brought to such a silly pass!

Bian.

Fie, what a foolish duty call you this?

Luc.

I would your duty were as foolish too.

The wisdom of your duty, fair Bianca,

Hath cost me [a] hundred crowns since supper-time.

Bian.

The more fool you for laying on my duty.

Pet.

Katherine, I charge thee tell these headstrong women

What duty they do owe their lords and husbands.

Wid.

Come, come, you’re mocking; we will have no telling.

Pet.

Come on, I say, and first begin with her.

Wid.

She shall not.

Pet.

I say she shall, and first begin with her.

Kath.

Fie, fie, unknit that threat’ning unkind brow,

And dart not scornful glances from those eyes,

To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor.

It blots thy beauty, as frosts do bite the meads,

Confounds thy fame, as whirlwinds shake fair buds,