Good sister, don’t do this to me—or to yourself. Don’t treat me like a slave. If you want my clothes, just untie me and I’ll take them off myself. You can have them all, down to my slip. I’ll do what you ask. I know to obey my elders.
In that case, here’s what I ask: who do you like best of all your suitors? Tell the truth.
Trust me, I’ve never seen a man I liked more than the rest.
You’re lying, you brat. It’s Hortensio, isn’t it?
Do you have a crush on him? By all means, you can have him. I’ll send him your way myself.
Oh, I see, you want to be rich. You’d choose Gremio.
If that’s a joke, then I guess all the rest was, too.
You’re jealous because of him? You must be joking. I see, you’ve been joking the whole time. Kate, please, untie my hands.
What is going on, girl? Where does this anger come from? Bianca, get away from her. Poor girl, she’s crying! Go work on your sewing, don’t worry about her.#160;
You should be ashamed of yourself, acting like a monster. Why are you doing this to her, when she never did you wrong? Has she ever even said anything to anger you?