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What Tranio did, myself enforc'd him to;
Vin. I'll Nit the villain's nose, that would have fent me to the jail.
Bap. But do you hear, Sir, have you married my Daughter without asking my good-will?
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.
. Luc. Look not pale, Bianca, thy Father will not frown.
[Exeunt. Gre. My cake is dough, but I'll in among the rest, Out of hope of all, but my share of the feaft. (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.
Cath. 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.
Enter Baptista, Vincentio, Gremio, Pedant, Lucentio,
servants bringing in a banquet.
And time it is, when raging war is done,
Pet. Nothing but fit and fit, and eat and eat!
Pet. Now, for my life, Hortenfio fears his Widow.
Hor. My widow says, thus she conceives her tale. Pet. Very well mended ; kiss him for that, good
Widow. Cath. 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,
Cath. A very mean meaning.
her down. Hor. That's my office. Pet. Spoke like an Officer; ha' to thee, lad.
[Drinks to Hortensio. Bap. How likes Gremio these quick-witted folks ? Gre. Believe me, Sir, they butt heads together well,
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? Bian. Ay, but not frighted me, therefore I'll neep
again. Pet. Nay, that thou shalt not, since you have begun : Have at you for a better jest or two.
Bian. Am I your bird? I mean to shift my bush: And then pursue me, as you You are welcome all.
[ Exeunt Bianca, Catharine, and Widow. 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 miss'd.
Tra. Oh, Sir, Lucentio flip'd me like his grey-hound, Which runs himlelf, and catches for his master. Pet. A good swift Simile, but something currilh.
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 gallid me, I confess;
Bap. Now, in good sadness, Son Petruchio, 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 most obedient to come first, When he doth send for her, shall win the
wager. Hor. Content;
what wager? Luc. Twenty crowns.
Pet. Twenty crowns!
Luc. A hundred then.
Luc. That will I.
[Exit. Bap. Son, I'll be your half, Bianca comes. Luc. I'll have no halves: I'll bear it all my self.
word That she is busie, and cannot come Pet. How? she's busie and cannot come, is chat an
answer? Gre. Ay, and a kind one too: Pray God, Sir, your wife send you not a worse.
Pet. I hope better.
Hor. Sirrah, Biondello, go and intreat my wife to come to me forth with.
[Exit Biondello. Pet, Oh, oh! intreat her! nay, then she needs must Hor. I am afraid, Sir, do
you can, Enter Biondello. Yours will not be intreated : now, where's my wife?
Bion. She fays, you have some goodly jest in hand; She will not come: she bids you come to her.
Pet. Worse and worse, she will not come!
S C E N E
Enter Catharina. Bap. Now, by my hollidam, here comes Catharine! Cath. What is your will, Sir, that you send for me? Pet. Where is your Sister, and Hortensio'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 fupremacy: And, to be short, what not, that's sweet and happy. Bap. Now fair befal chee, good Petruchio !