In his mind.

LAU. As to his mind, 'twere a small matter,
Were he a bit more settled in his legs!

BIA. I'm afraid of horses, anyway, they are so much
Bigger than I am.

BEA. Oh, Bianca, horses
Are just like people! Are you afraid of father?--
He is bigger than you.

BIA. Nay. But I'd never dare
Prod him which way to go!

BEA. Oh, la, I would!
Father, this ditch! This four-foot wall now, father!
And swim the brook beyond!

FRA. And is there naught
In which Bianca carries off the trophies?

BEA. [Ruefully.] Ay, there is tennis.

LAU. She wins from you at tennis?

BEA. She flays me, Laura. She drags me at her racket
Nine times around the court!

CAR. Why, how is that?--