"Petruchio: Come, come, you wasp; i' faith, you are too angry. Katherina: If I be waspish, best beware my sting. Petruchio: My remedy is, then, to pluck it out. Katherina: Ay, if the fool could find it where it lies. Petruchio: Who knows not where a wasp does wear his sting? In his tail. Katherina: In his tongue. Petruchio: Whose tongue? Katherina: 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. Katherina: That I'll try. [Striking him.] Petruchio: I swear I'll cuff you if you strike again. Katherina: So may you lose your arms: If you strike me, you are no gentleman; And if no gentleman, why then no arms."