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Vin. Fear not, Baptista, we will content you, go to : but I will in, to be reveng'd on this villain. [Exit. Bap. And I, to found the depth of this knavery.
[Exit. Luc. Look not pale, Bianca, thy Father will not frown.
[Exeunt. Gre. My cake is dough, but I'll in among the reft, Out of hope of all, but my share of the feast. [Exit.
[Petruchio and Catharina, advancing. Cath. Husband, let's follow, to see the end of this ado.
Pet. First kiss me, Kate, and we will.
away. Path. Nay, I will give thee a kiss ; now pray thee,
love, stay, Pet. Is not this well? come, my sweet Kate; Better once than never, for never too late. [Exeunt,
SCENE changes to Lucentio's Apartments, Enter Baptista, Vincentio, Gremio, Pedant, Lucentio, Bianca, Tranio, Biondello, Petruchio, Catharina, Grumio, Hortenfio, and Widow. Tranio's
fervants bringing in a banquet. Luc. T laft, tho' long, our jarring notes agree;
And time it is, when raging war is done,
Per. Nothing but fit and fit, and eat and eat!
fense: I mean, Hortenfo is a feard of you. Wid. He, that is giddy, thinks, the world turns
round. Pet. Roundly replied. Cath. Mistress, how mean you that? Wid, Thus I conceive by him. Pet. Conceives by me, how likes Hortenfio that? Hor. My widow fays, thus she conceives her tale. Pet. Very well mended ; kiss him for that, good
Widow. Gath. He, that is giddy, thinks, the world turns
round I pray you, tell me what you meant by that.
Wid. Your Husband, being troubled with a Shrew, Measures my
Husband's sorrow by his woe ;
[Drinks to Hortenfio.
Bian. Head and butt? an hafty-witted body Would say, your head and butt were head and horn. Vin. Ay, mistress Bride, hath that awaken'd you ?
And now you
Bian. Ay, but not frighted me, therefore I'll fleep
again. Pet. Nay, that thou shalt not, fince you have be
gun: Have at you for a better jest or two.
Bian. Am I your bird? I mean to shift my buth : And then purfue me, as you
your You are welcome all.
[Excunt Bianca, Catharine, and Widow. Pet. She hath prevented me. Here, Signior Tranie, 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 grey-hound, Which runs himself, and catches for his master.
Pet. A good swift Simile, but fomething currifh. Tra. 'Tis well, Sir, that you hunted for your self: 'Tis thought, your deer does hold you at a bay.
Bap. Oh, oh, Petruchio, Tranio hits you now.
Pet. He has a little gall’d me, I confefs ;
Bap: Now, in good fadness, Son Petruchia, I think, thou hast the veriest Shrew of all.
Pet. Well, I say, no; and therefore for assurance, Let's each one send unto his Wife, and he Whose. Wife is moft obedient to come first, When he doth send for her, shall win the wager.
Hor. Content ;
Pet. Twenty crowns !
Luc. A hundred then.
Bion. I go.
Go, Biondello, bid your Miftress come to me.
[Exit. Bap. Son, I'll be your half, Bianca comes. Luc. I'll have no halves : I'll bear it all my self.
Bion. Sir, my Mistress fends you word
is that an answer? Gre. Ay, and a kind one too : Pray God, Sir, your wife send you not a worfe.
Pet. I hope better.
Hor. Sirrah, Biondello, go and intreat my wife to come to me forthwith.
[Exit Biondello, Pet. On, ho! intreat her! nay, then she needs mult Hor. I am afraid, Sir, do you what you can,
wife Bion. She says, you have some goodly jest in hand; She will not come : The bids you come to her.
Pet.' Worse and worse, she will not come!
Enter Catharina. Bap. Now, by my hollidam, here comes Catharine ! Cath. What is your will, Şir, that you send for me? Pet. Where is your Sifter, 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 say, and bring them hither straight.
[Exit Catharina. Luc. Here is a wonder, if you talk of a wonder. Hor. And so it is: I wonder, what it boads.
Pet. Marry, peace it boads, and love, and quiet life, And awful rule, and right supremacy : And, to be short, what not, that's sweet and happy.
Bap. Now fair befal thee, good Petruchio !
wager thou hast won ; and I will add
Pet. Nay, I will win my wager better yet,
Enter Catharina, Bianca and Widow. -
[She pulls off her cap, and throws it down. Wid. Lord, let me never have a cause to figh, 'Till I be brought to such a filly pafs.
Bian. Fie, what a foolish duty call you this ?
Luc. I would, your duty were as foolith too!
Bian. The more fool you, for laying on my duty.