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Vin. Fear not, Baptista; we will content you, go
to: But I will in, to be reveng'd 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 Lucentio and Bianca. 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. Pet. First kiss me, Kate, and we will. Kath. What, in the midst of the street?. Pet. What, art thou asham'd of me? Kath. No, sir; God forbid: but asham'd to kiss. Pet. Why, then let's home again :-Come, sirrah,
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.
A ROOM IN LUCENTIO'S HOUSE.
A Banquet set out. Enter Baptista, Vincentio, Gre
mio, the Pedant, Lucentio, Bianca, Petruchio,
Luc. At last, though long, our jarring notes agree:
[They sit at table.
Pet. You are sensible, and yet you miss my sense;
Pet. Roundly replied.
Mistress, how mean you that?
that? Hor. My widow
thus she conceives her tale. Pet. Very well mended: Kiss 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 shrew,
Kath. A very mean meaning.
Right, I mean you.
[Drinks to Hortensio. Bap. How likes Gremio these quick-witted folks? Gre. Believe me, sir, they butt together well.
Bian. Head, and butt? an hasty-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 sleep
again. Pet. Nay, that you shall not; since you have be
Have at you for a bitter jest 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, Katharina, and Widow. Pet. She hath prevented me.—Here, signior Tra
nio, This bird you aim'd at, though you hit her not; Therefore, a health to all that shot and miss'd. Tra. O, sir, Lucentio slipp'd me like his grey
hound, 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,
Hor. Content;-_What is the wager?
Twenty crowns. Pet. Twenty crowns !
I'll venture so much on my hawk, or hound,
Luc. A hundred then.
A match; 'tis done.
That will I. Go, Biondello, bid your mistress come to me.
[Exit. Bap. Son, I will be your half, Bianca comes. Luc. I'll have no halves; I'll bear it all myself.
Bion. I go.
How now! what news?
Sir, my mistress sends you word That she is busy, and she cannot come.
Pet. How! she is busy, and she cannot come! Is that 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 entreat my wife To come to me forthwith.
[Exit Biondello. Pet.
O, ho! entreat her!
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.