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Grumio

She was, good Curtis, before this frost. But thou
knowest winter tames man, woman and beast; for it hath
tamed my old master, and my new mistress, and myself,
fellow Curtis.

Curtis

Away, you three-inch fool! I am no beast.    

Grumio

Am I but three inches? Why, thy horn is a foot,     
and so long am I at the least. But wilt thou make a fire,
or shall I complain on thee to our mistress, whose hand —    
she being now “at hand” — thou shalt soon feel, to thy
cold comfort for being slow in thy hot office?    

Katherina

Too light for such a swain as you to catch,
And yet as heavy as my weight should be.

Petruchio

‘Should be’? Should buzz!

Katherina

                                            Well ta'en, and like a buzzard.

Petruchio

O slow-winged turtle, shall a buzzard take thee?    

Katherina

Ay, for a turtle, as he takes a buzzard.

Baptista

Say, Signor Gremio, what can you assure her?

Gremio

First, as you know, my house within the city
Is richly furnishèd with plate and gold,
Basins and ewers to lave her dainty hands, 
My hangings all of Tyrian tapestry.
In ivory coffers I have stuff'd my crowns,
In cypress chests my arras counterpoints,
Costly apparel, tents, and canopies,    
Fine linen, Turkey cushions boss'd with pearl,    
Valance of Venice gold in needlework,            
Pewter and brass, and all things that belong
To house or housekeeping. Then, at my farm
I have a hundred milch-kine to the pail,    
Six-score fat oxen standing in my stalls,    
And all things answerable to this portion.    
Myself am struck in years, I must confess;    
And if I die tomorrow, this is hers,
If, whilst I live, she will be only mine.

Baptista

Say, Signor Gremio, what can you assure her?

Gremio

First, as you know, my house within the city
Is richly furnishèd with plate and gold,
Basins and ewers to lave her dainty hands, 
My hangings all of Tyrian tapestry.
In ivory coffers I have stuff'd my crowns,
In cypress chests my arras counterpoints,
Costly apparel, tents, and canopies,    
Fine linen, Turkey cushions boss'd with pearl,    
Valance of Venice gold in needlework,            
Pewter and brass, and all things that belong
To house or housekeeping. Then, at my farm
I have a hundred milch-kine to the pail,    
Six-score fat oxen standing in my stalls,    
And all things answerable to this portion.    
Myself am struck in years, I must confess;    
And if I die tomorrow, this is hers,
If, whilst I live, she will be only mine.

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