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And time it is, when raging war is done,
To smile at 'scapes and perils over-blown.-
My fair Bianca, bid my father welcome,

While I with felf-fame kindness welcome thine:-
Brother Petruchio,-fifter Katharina,-

And thou, Hortenfio, with thy loving widow,—
Feast with the best, and welcome to my houfe;
My banquet is to close our ftomachs up,
After our great good cheer: Pray you, fit down;
For now we fit and chat, as well as eat.

Pet. Nothing but fit and fit, and eat and eat!
Bap. Padua affords this kindness, fon Petruchio.
Pet. Padua affords nothing but what is kind.
Hor. For both our fakes, I would that word were true,
Pet. Now, for my life, Hortenfio fears his widow.
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.

fenfe;

Wid. He that is giddy, thinks the world turns round. Pet. Roundly reply'd.

Kath. Miftrefs, how mean you that?

Wid. Thus I conceive by him.

Pet. Conceive by me!-How likes Hortenfio that? Hor. My widow fays, thus fhe conceives her tale. Pet. Very well mended; Kifs him for that, good widow. Kath. 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 fhrew, Measures my husband's forrow by his woe:

And now you know my meaning.

Kath. A very mean meaning.

Wid. Right, I mean you.

Kath. And I am mean, indeed, respecting you.
Pet. To her, Kate!

Hor.

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 these quick-witted folks? Gre. Believe me, fir, they 'butt together well. Bian. Head and butt? an hafty-witted body Would fay, 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 fleep again.

Pet. Nay, that you shall not; fince you have begun, Have at you for a bitter jeft or two,

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Bian. Am I your bird; I mean to fhift my bush, And then purfue me as you draw your bow :

You are welcome all.

[Exeunt Bianca, Katharine, and Widow. Pet. She hath prevented me.-Here, fignior Tranio, This bird you aim'd at, though you hit her not; Therefore, a health to all that fhot and mifs'd.

Tra. Oh, fir, Lucentio flip'd me like his greyhound, Which runs himself, and catches for his master.

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Bap. Now, in good sadness, fon Petruchio, I think thou haft the veriest fhrew of all.

Pet. Well, I fay-no: and therefore, for affurance, Let's each one fend unto his wife;

And he, whose wife is moft obedient

To come at first when he doth fend for her,
Shall win the wager which we will propose.
Hor. Content;-What's the wager?
Luc. Twenty crowns.

Pet. Twenty crowns!

I'll venture fo much on my hawk, or hound,

But twenty times so much

times fo much upon my wife.

Luc. A hundred then.

Hor. Content.

Pet. A match; 'tis done.

Hor. Who fhall begin?

Luc. That will I.

Go, Biondello, bid your mistress come to me.

Bion. I go.

Bap. Son, I will be your half, Bianca comes.
Luc. I'll have no halves; I'll bear it all myself.

Re-enter Biondello.

How now! what news?

Bion. Sir, my mistress fends you word

That she is bufy, and she cannot come.

Pet. How! fhe is bufy, and fhe cannot come !

Is that an answer?

Gre. Ay, and a kind one too:

Pray God, fir, your wife fend you not a worse.
Pet. I hope, better.

Hor. Sirrah, Biondello, go, and intreat my wife
To come to me forthwith.

[Exit.

[Exit Biondello.

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Pet. Oh, ho! intreat her!

Nay, then she needs must come.

Hor. I am afraid, fir,

Do what you can, yours will not be entreated.

Enter Biondello.

Now, where's my wife?

Bion. She fays, you have fome goodly jeft in hand; She will not come; fhe bids you come to her.

Pet. Worfe and worfe; fhe will not come! Oh vile, intolerable, not to be endured! Sirrah, Grumio, go to your mistress;

Say, I command her come to me.

Hor. I know her answer.

Pet. What?

Hor. She will not.

[Exit Grumio.

Pet. The fouler fortune mine, and there an end.

Enter Katharine.

Bap. Now, by my holidame, here comes Katharina! Kath. What is your will, fir, that you fend for me? Pet. Where is your fifter, and Hortenfio's wife? Kath. 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 Katharine. Luc. Here is a wonder, if you talk of a wonder.

Hor. And fo it is; I wonder what it bodes.

Pet. Marry, peace it bodes, and love, and quiet life, And awful rule, and right fupremacy;

And, to be short, what not, that's fweet and happy.

Bap. Now fair befal thee, good Petruchio!

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The wager thou haft won; and I will add
Unto their loffes twenty thousand crowns;
Another dowry to another daughter,
For fhe is chang'd, as fhe had never been.
Pet. Nay, I will win my wager better yet;
And show more fign of her obedience,

Her new-built virtue and obedience.

Re-enter Katharine, with Bianca, and Widow. See, where she comes: and brings your froward wives As prisoners to her womanly perfuafion.Katharine, that cap of yours becomes you not; Off with that bauble, throw it under foot.

[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 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 fince fupper-time.
Bian. The more fool you, for laying on my duty.

Pet. Katherine, I charge thee, tell these headstrong

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What duty they do owe their lords and husbands. Wid. Come, come, you're mocking; we will have no telling.

Pet. Come on, I fay; and first begin with her.

Wid. She fhall not.

Pet. I fay, the fhall;-and first begin with her.

Kath. Fye! fye! unknit that threat'ning unkind brow: And dart not fcornful glances from those eyes, To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor: It blots thy beauty, as frofts bite the meads; Confounds thy fame, as whirlwinds shake fair buds;

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