1 If I be waspish, best beware my sting.
2 Then thou wert best say that I am not Lucentio.
3 They're busy within; you were best knock louder.
4 Your betters have endur'd me say my mind, And if you cannot, best you stop your ears.
5 Of all thy suitors here I charge thee tell Whom thou lov'st best: see thou dissemble not.
6 Verona, for a while I take my leave, To see my friends in Padua; but of all My best beloved and approved friend, Hortensio; and I trow this is his house.
7 I am agreed; and would I had given him the best horse in Padua to begin his wooing, that would thoroughly woo her, wed her, and bed her, and rid the house of her.
8 Brother Petruchio, sister Katherina, And thou, Hortensio, with thy loving widow, Feast with the best, and welcome to my house: My banquet is to close our stomachs up, After our great good cheer.
9 But in a few, Signior Hortensio, thus it stands with me: Antonio, my father, is deceas'd, And I have thrust myself into this maze, Haply to wive and thrive as best I may; Crowns in my purse I have, and goods at home, And so am come abroad to see the world.