Petruchio:
Come, come! You wasp! I' faith, you are too angry.
Katherine:
If I be too waspish, best beware my sting.
Petruchio:
My remedy, then, is to pluck it out.
Katherine:
Aye, if the fool could find it where it lies.
Petruchio:
Who knows not where a wasp does wear his sting? In his tail.
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