Come, sit on me

Petruchio
Come, sit on me.
Katherine
Asses are made to bear, and so are you.
Petruchio
Women are made to bear, and so are you.
Katherine
No such jade as you, if me you mean.
Petruchio
Alas, good Kate, I will not burden thee,
For knowing thee to be but young and light—
Katherine
Too light for such a swain as you to catch,
And yet as heavy as my weight should be.
Petruchio
“Should be”—should buzz!
Katherine
Well ta’en, and like a buzzard.
Petruchio
O slow-winged turtle, shall a buzzard take thee?
Katherine
Ay, for a turtle, as he takes a buzzard.
Petruchio
Come, come, you wasp! I’ faith, you are too angry.
Katherine
If I be waspish, best beware my sting.
Petruchio
My remedy is then to pluck it out.
Katherine
Ay, if the fool could find it where it lies.
Petruchio
Who knows not where a wasp does wear his sting?
In his tail.
Katherine
In his tongue.
Petruchio
Whose tongue?
Katherine
Yours, if you talk of tales, and so farewell.
Petruchio
What, with my tongue in your tail?
Nay, come again, good Kate. I am a gentleman—
Katherine
That I’ll try. She strikes him.
Petruchio
I swear I’ll cuff you if you strike again.
Katherine
So may you lose your arms.
If you strike me, you are no gentleman,
And if no gentleman, why then no arms.
Petruchio
A herald, Kate? O, put me in thy books.
Katherine
What is your crest? A coxcomb?
Petruchio
A combless cock, so Kate will be my hen.
Katherine
No cock of mine. You crow too like a craven.
Petruchio
Nay, come, Kate, come. You must not look so sour.
Katherine
It is my fashion when I see a crab.
Petruchio
Why, here’s no crab, and therefore look not sour.Asteismuses
Katherine
There is, there is.
Petruchio
Then show it me.
Katherine
Had I a glass, I would.
Petruchio
What, you mean my face?
Katherine
Well aimed of such a young one.
Petruchio
Now, by Saint George, I am too young for you.
Katherine
Yet you are withered.
Petruchio
’Tis with cares.
Katherine
I care not.