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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,

let's away.

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 Banquet set out. Enter Baptista, Vincentio, Gre

mio, the Pedant, Lucentio, Bianca, Petruchio,
Katharina, Hortensio, and Widow. Tranio, Bion-
dello, Grumio, and Others, attending.

Luc. At last, though long, our jarring notes agree:
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 self-same kindness welcome thine:-
Brother Petruchio,-sister Katharina,-
And thou, Hortensio, with thy loving widow,—
Feast with the best, and welcome to my house;
My banquet is to close our stomachs up,
After our great good cheer: Pray you, sit down;
For now we sit to chat, as well as eat.

[They sit at table.
Pet. Nothing but sit and sit, and eat and eat!
Bap. Padua affords this kindness, son Petruchio.
Pet. Padua affords nothing but what is kind.
Hor. For both our sakes, I would that word were

Pet. Now, for my life, Hortensio fears his widow.
Wid. Then never trust me if I be afear'd.

Pet. You are sensible, and yet you miss my sense;
I mean, Hortensio is afear'd of you. .
Wid. He that is giddy, thinks the world turns


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Pet. Roundly replied.

Mistress, how mean you that?
Wid. Thus I conceive by him.
Pet. Conceives by me!-How likes Hortensio

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,
Measures my husband's sorrow by his woe:
And now you know my meaning:

Kath. A very mean meaning.

Right, I mean you.
Kath. And I am mean, indeed, respecting you.
Pet. To her, Kate!
Hor. To her, widow!
Pet. A hundred marks, my Katedoes put 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 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,
I think thou hast the veriest shrew of all.
Pet. Well, I say—no: and therefore, for assu-

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.

Hor. Content;-_What is the wager?

Twenty crowns. 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.


A match; 'tis done.
Hor. Who shall begin?

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.

Re-enter Biondello.

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!
Nay, then she needs must come.

I am afraid, sir, Do what you can, yours will not be entreated.

Re-enter Biondello.

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.

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