Taming of the Shrew

Petruchio

Nay, that you shall not. Since you have begun,   
Have at you for a better jest or two.    

Bianca

Am I your bird? I mean to shift my bush,
And then pursue me as you draw your bow.    
You are welcome all.    

Petruchio

Thy gown? Why, ay, come, tailor, let us see't.
O mercy, God, what masquing stuff is here?    
What's this, a sleeve? 'Tis like a demi-cannon.    
What, up and down carved like an apple tart?
Here's snip and nip and cut and slish and slash,
Like to a censer in a barber's shop.
Why, what a devil's name, tailor, call'st thou this?    

Petruchio

Thy gown? Why, ay, come, tailor, let us see't.
O mercy, God, what masquing stuff is here?    
What's this, a sleeve? 'Tis like a demi-cannon.    
What, up and down carved like an apple tart?
Here's snip and nip and cut and slish and slash,
Like to a censer in a barber's shop.
Why, what a devil's name, tailor, call'st thou this?    

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