Petruchio: Come, Come, You Wasp; I' Faith,

William Shakespeare

Petruchio: come, come, you wasp; i' faith, you are too angry. katherine: if i be waspish, best beware my sting. petruchio: my remedy is then, to pluck it out. katherine: ay, if the fool could find where it lies. petruchio: who knows not where a wasp does wear his sting? in his tail. katherine: in his tongue. petruchio: whose tongue? katherine: yours, if you talk of tails: and so farewell. petruchio: what, with my tongue in your tail? nay, come again, good kate; i am a gentleman.