1 The more fool you for laying on my duty.
2 So please your lordship to accept our duty.
3 Sirrah Biondello, Now do your duty throughly, I advise you.
4 Do thy duty, and have thy duty, for my master and mistress are almost frozen to death.
5 Katherine, I charge thee, tell these headstrong women What duty they do owe their lords and husbands.
6 Then vail your stomachs, for it is no boot, And place your hands below your husband's foot: In token of which duty, if he please, My hand is ready; may it do him ease.
7 Tis well; and I have met a gentleman Hath promis'd me to help me to another, A fine musician to instruct our mistress: So shall I no whit be behind in duty To fair Bianca, so belov'd of me.
8 Good sister, wrong me not, nor wrong yourself, To make a bondmaid and a slave of me; That I disdain; but for these other gawds, Unbind my hands, I'll pull them off myself, Yea, all my raiment, to my petticoat; Or what you will command me will I do, So well I know my duty to my elders.