Shrew/ 1.2.104-109

I pray you, sir, let him go while the humor lasts.  A my word, an she knew him as well as I do, she would think scolding would do little good upon him.  She may perhaps call him half a score knaves, or so.  Why that’s nothing.  And he begins once he’ll rail in this rope tricks.  I’ll tell you what sir, an she stand him but a little, he will throw a figure in her face, and so disfigure her with it, that she shall have no more eyes to see withal than a cat.  You know him not sir.