"They call me Katherine that do talk of me"

If he be the slow-winged turtle, I shall be buzzard and remind him of my sting. Signor Petruccio may share no love with thee as my own father. For Bianca is the nightingale of my father's heart and Im just the thorn in his wing. And love is not blind to see that it is she that hath more gentlemen then me. It is my sister Bianca that should be concerned with suitors not I. I should have striked her harder, then she could tell me the secrets to win mens hearts. For it is Petruccio that I am left with who mocks my every word and test the depths of my soul!! What says Im to be his wife? Iam no fool whom thou keep'st commands. For I am tamed, and need no gentlemen to be made to bear on me. Iam not his bonny Kate, nor his prettiest Kate and never anything eles with that label!! He must be moved if thou must remove him thy self. Although it was I who had not denied his commands of marriage and engagement when in the presences of others. Why was that? Alas I have no time to dwell on such coy remarks of marriage anyways. Although I do commend a thousands thanks to my father for if he cared he would know my devilish spirt is only to be his true treasure. And for this I put revenge on my sister for she does not sit and weep sorrow that it will be I that dances barefoot on her wedding day and for her love will lead the apes in hell. They call me Katherine that do talk of me and thos who do not are hard of hearing!