Cath. What, in the midst of the streetT WE Pet. What, art thou afham'd of me ? Cath. No, Sir, God forbid! but afham'd to kiss. Pet. Why, then let's home again: come, firrah, let's away. Cath Nay,I will give thee a kifs; now pray thee, dove, stay. Pet. Is not this well? come, my fweet Kate; Better once than never, for never too late. [Exeunt. 1 SCENE changes to Lucentio's Apartments. Enter Baptifta, Vincentio, Gremio, Pedant, Lucentio, Luc. A Tranio's T laft, tho' long, our jarring notes agree; My fair Bianca, bid my father welcome, And thou, Hortenfio, with thy-loving widow; After our great good cheer: pray you, fit down; Pe Nothing but fit and fit, and eat and eat! (25) Now, for my life, Hortenfio fears bis widow. Hor. Then never trust me if I be afeard.] This line was first placed to Hortenfio by the fecond Folio edition: Mr. Rowe follow'd that regulation; and Mr Pope very judiciously has follow'd him. But the old Quarto's and firft Folio impresion rightly place it to the widow : and it is evident by Petruchio's immediate reply, that it must belong to her. Petruchio fays, Hortenfio fears his widow. The widow un-derstanding this, as if Petruchio had meant, that Hortenfio affrightedi1 her, Wid. Then never truft me, if I be afeard. Pet. You are very fenfible, and yet you mifs my I mean, Hortenfio is afeard of you. 1 fenfe : Wid. He, that is giddy, thinks the world turns round. Pet. Roundly replied." Cath. Miftrefs, how mean you that? Wid. Thus I conceive by him. Pet. Conceives by me, how likes Hortenfio that? Wid. Your hufband, being troubled with a shrew, Cath. A very mean meaning. Wid. Right, I mean you. Cath. And I am mean, indeed, respecting you. Hor. To her, widow. Pet. A hundred marks, my Kate does put her down. Hor. That's my office. Pet. Spoke like an officer; ha', to thee, lad. [Drinks to Hortenfio. Bap. How likes Gremio thefe quick-witted folks? Gre. Believe me, Sir, they butt heads together well. Bian. Head and butt? an hafty-witted body Would fay, your head and butt were head and horn. Vin. Ay, mifirefs bride, hath that awaken'd you ? Bian. Ay, but not frighted me, therefore I'll fleep again. Pet. Nay, that thou shalt not, fince you have begun: Have at you for a better jeft or two. Bian. 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, Catharine, and Widow. her, put her into fears, denies, that he was afraid of him. Nay, fays Petruchio, don't be too fenfible, don't mistake my meaning; Hortenfio, I fay, is in fear of you. Peta Pet. She hath prevented me. Here, Signior Tranio, This bird you aim'd at, tho' you hit it not; Therefore, a health to all that shot and mifs'd. Tra. Oh, Sir, Lucentio flip'd me like his gray-hound, Which runs himself, and catches for his mafter. Pet. A good fwift fimile, but fomething currifh. Pet. Well, I fay, no; and therefore for affurance, Luc. Twenty crowns. Pet. Twenty crowns! I'll venture fo much on my hawk or hound, Hor. Content. Pet. A match, 'tis done. Hor. Who fhall begin? Luc. That will I. Go, Biondello, bid your miftrefs come to me. Bion. I go. Bap. Son, I'll be your half, Bianca comes. Re-enter Biondello. How now, what news? Bion. Sir, my mistress sends you word That he is bufy, and cannot come. [Exit. Pu. Pet. How? fhe's busy and cannot come: is that an answer? Gre. Ay, and a kind one too : Pray God, Sir, your wife fend you not a worse. Hor. Sirrah, Biondella, go and intreat my wife to come to me forthwith. [Exit Biondello. Pet Oh, hol intreat her! nay, then the needs must come. Hor. I am afraid, Sir, do you what you can, Yours will not be intreated: now, where's my wife? Oh vile, intolerable, not to be indur'd: Hor. I know her anfwer. Pet. What? Hor. She will not. [Exit Gru Pet. The fouler fortune mine, and there's an end. Enter Catharina. Bap. Now, by my hollidam, here comes Catharine! Cath. What is your will, Sir, that you fend for me? Pet. Where is your fifter, and Hortenfio's wife? Cath. They fit conferring by the parlour fire. Pet. Go fetch them hither; if they deny to come, Swinge me them foundly forth unto their husbands: Away, I fay, and bring them hither straight.. [Exit Catharina. Luc. Here is a wonder, if you talk of a wonder. And, to be short, what not, that's fweet and happy. The wager thou haft won; and I will add For For fhe is chang'd, as fhe had never been. better yet, Pet. Nay, I will win my wager And how more fign of her obedience, Enter Catharina, Bianca and Widow. See where he comes, and brings your froward wives Catharine, that cap of yours becomes you not; [She pulls off her cap, and throws it down. Wid. Lord, let me never have a cause to figh, 'Till I be brought to fuch a filly pafs. Bian. Fy, what a foolish duty call you this? Luc. I would, your duty were as foolish too! The wildom of your duty, fair Bianca, Coft me an hundred crowns fince fupper-time. Bian. The more fool you, for laying on my duty. Pet.Catharine, I charge thee, tell these headstrong women, What duty they owe to their Lords and husbands. Wid. Come, come, you're mocking; we will have no Pet. Come on, I fay, and firft begin with her. [telling. Wid. She fhall not. Pet. I fay, fhe fhall; and firft begin with her. Gath. Fy! fy! unknit that threatning unkind brow, A woman mov'd is like a fountain troubled, |