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And happily I have arriv'd at last
Unto the wished haven of my bliss:
What Tranio did, myself enforc'd him to;
Vin. I'll slit the villain's nose, that would have sent me to the gaol.
Bap. But do you hear, sir? [To LUCENTIO.] Have you married my daughter without asking my goodwill?
Vin. Fear not, Baptista; we will content you, go to: But I will in, to be revenged for this villainy. [Exit. Bap. And I, to sound the depth of this knavery. [Exit. Luc. Look not pale, Bianca; thy father will not frown. [Exeunt Luc. and BIAN.
Gre. My cake is dough: But I'll in among the rest; Out of hope of all,—but my share of the feast. [Exit.
PETRUCHIO and KATHARINA advance.
Kath. Husband, let's follow, to see the end of this ado.
Kath. No, sir; God forbid:-but ashamed to kiss.
Kath. 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.
Tra. O, sir, Lucentio slipp'd me like his greyhound, Which runs himself, and catches for his master. Pet. A good swift simile, but something currish. Tra. 'Tis well, sir, that you hunted for yourself; 'Tis thought, your deer does hold you at a bay. Bap. O ho, Petruchio, Tranio hits you now. Luc. I thank thee for that gird, good Tranio. Hor. Confess, confess, hath he not hit you here? Pet. 'A has a little gall'd me, I confess; And, as the jest did glance away from me, 'Tis ten to one it maim'd you two outright.
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 at first when he doth send for her,
Shall win the wager which we will propose.
-What is the wager?
Pet. Twenty crowns!
I'll venture so much on my hawk, or hound,
But twenty times so much upon my wife.
Luc. A hundred then.
Bap. Son, I will be your half, Bianca comes.
That she is busy, and she cannot come.
Pet. How! she is busy, and she cannot come!
Is that an answer?
Ay, and a kind one too:A
Pray God, sir, your wife send you not a worse.
Hor. Sirrah, Biondello, go, and entreat my wife
O, ho! entreat her!
Nay, then she must needs come.
I am afraid, sir,
Do what you can, yours will not be entreated.
Now, where's my wife?
Bion. She says, 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! O vile, Intolerable, not to be endur'd!
Sirrah, Grumio, go to your mistress;
Say, I command her come to me.
Hor. I know her answer.
She will not come.
Pet. The fouler fortune mine, and there an end.
Bap. Now, by my holidame, here comes Katharina! Kath. What is your will, sir, that you send for me?
Pet. Where is your sister, and Hortensio's wife? Kath. They sit conferring by the parlour fire. Pet. Go, fetch them hither; if they deny to come, Swinge me them soundly forth unto their husbands: Away, I say, and bring them hither straight.
[Exit KATHARINA. Luc. Here is a wonder, if you talk of a wonder. Hor. And so it is; I wonder what it bodes.
Pet. Marry, peace it bodes, and love, and quiet life,
An awful rule, and right supremacy;
And, to be short, what not, that's sweet and happy.
Re-enter KATHARINA, with BIANCA and Widow.
[KATHARINA pulls off her cap, and throws it down. Wid. Lord, let me never have a cause to sigh,
Till I be brought to such a silly pass!
Bian. Fye! what a foolish duty call you this? Luc. I would, your duty were as foolish too: The wisdom of your duty, fair Bianca,
Hath cost me an hundred crowns since supper-time.
Bian. The more fool you, for laying on my duty. Pet. Katharine, I charge thee, tell these headstrong
What duty they do owe their lords and husbands.
Pet. Come on, I say; and first begin with her.
Pet. I say, she shall;-and first begin with her. Kath. Fye, fye! unknit that threat'ning unkind brow;
And dart not scornful glances from those eyes,
A woman mov'd, is like a fountain troubled,