1 Ay, marry, sir, now it begins to work.
2 But thus, I trust, you will not marry her.
3 We three are married, but you two are sped.
4 Ay, marry, am I, sir, and now 'tis plotted.'
5 So shall you quietly enjoy your hope, And marry sweet Bianca with consent.
6 Good sooth, even thus; therefore ha done with words; To me she's married, not unto my clothes.
7 I will to Venice; Sunday comes apace; We will have rings and things, and fine array; And kiss me, Kate; we will be married o Sunday.
8 And now by law, as well as reverend age, I may entitle thee my loving father: The sister to my wife, this gentlewoman, Thy son by this hath married.
9 I cannot tarry: I knew a wench married in an afternoon as she went to the garden for parsley to stuff a rabbit; and so may you, sir; and so adieu, sir.
10 Here is a gentleman whom by chance I met, Upon agreement from us to his liking, Will undertake to woo curst Katherine; Yea, and to marry her, if her dowry please.
11 On Sunday next, you know, My daughter Katherine is to be married; Now, on the Sunday following, shall Bianca Be bride to you, if you make this assurance; If not, to Signior Gremio.
12 Marry, so I mean, sweet Katherine, in thy bed; And therefore, setting all this chat aside, Thus in plain terms: your father hath consented That you shall be my wife your dowry 'greed on; And will you, nill you, I will marry you.'
13 Nay, look you, sir, he tells you flatly what his mind is: why, give him gold enough and marry him to a puppet or an aglet-baby; or an old trot with ne'er a tooth in her head, though she have as many diseases as two-and-fifty horses: why, nothing comes amiss, so money comes withal.