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1.1.46-91 TRANIO: Show us around the town. (Lucentio and Tranio stand by) BAPTISTA: Don’t bother me anymore. I can tell you now that I won’t give you my youngest daughter before my older daughter is married. If you love Katherine, you can court her as you wish. GREMIO: Are you kidding me? She’s not really my type. KATE: Quit making fun of me in front of our friends! HORTENSIO: Who are you calling a friend? You have no friends! KATE: If you keep picking on me, I’m going to hit you over the head with a three-legged stool and scratch your face until it bleeds. HORTENSIO: Good God, save us! GREMIO: Me too, good Lord! TRANIO: Shh, this is hilarious; it should be good. She’s either completely unruly or entirely crazed. LUCENTIO (to Tranio): Chill out, Tranio, but the other girl, she doesn't say anything, she's PERFECT! TRANIO (to Lucentio): Righto, good eye sir. BAPTISTA: As long as you guys manage to court Katherine, you’ll get Bianca. Bianca, come here. These are good men; whoever you choose, I’ll still love you. KATE: You’re so spoilt! You're SUCH a baby! BIANCA: Do you enjoy my suffering? Father, I’m going to go read and play instruments now. LUCENTIO (to Tranio): Look, she’s so smart! HORTENSIO: Baptista, why do you have to be so uncooperative? Just let us marry Bianca GREMIO: Why are you locking her away for Katherine to torture?