William Bouguereau The Broken Pitcher painting

William Bouguereau The Broken Pitcher painting
Edgar Degas Star of the Ballet painting
you for a bitter jest or two!
BIANCA
Am I your bird? I mean to shift my bush;And then pursue me as you draw your bow.You are welcome all.
[Exeunt BIANCA, KATHARINA, and Widow]
PETRUCHIO
She hath prevented me. Here, Signior Tranio.This bird you aim'd at, though you hit her not;Therefore a health to all that shot and miss'd.
TRANIO
O, sir, Lucentio slipp'd me like his greyhound,PETRUCHIO
A good swift simile, but something currish.
TRANIO
'Tis well, sir, that you hunted for yourself:'Tis thought your deer does hold you at a bay.
BAPTISTA
O ho, Petruchio! Tranio hits you now.
LUCENTIO
I thank thee for that gird, good Tranio.
HORTENSIO
Confess, confess, hath he not hit you here?
PETRUCHIO
A' has a little gall'd me, I confess;And, as the jest did glance away from me,'Tis ten to one it maim'd you two outright.
BAPTISTA
Now, in good sadness, son Petruchio,I think thou hast the veriest shrew of all.