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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 self-same kindness welcome thine:
Brother Petruchio,-fifter 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 and char, as well as eat.

Pet. Nothing but fit and fit, and eat and eat!
Bap. Padua affords this kindness, son 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, Hortensio fears his widow.
Wid. Then never trust me, if I be afeard.

Pet. You are very sensible, and yet you miss my sense; I mean, Hortensio is afeard of you.

Wid. He that is giddy, thinks the world turns round.
Pet. Roundly reply'd.
Kath, Mistress, how mean you that?
Wid. Thus I conceive by him.
Pet. Conceive by me !-How likes Hortensio that?
Hor. My widow says, 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 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. 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, 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 neep

again. Pet. Nay, that you shall not ; since you have begun, 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, Katharine, and Widow. Pet. She hath prevented me.--Here, signior Tranio, This bird you aim'd at, though you hit her not; Therefore, a health to all that shot and miss'd.

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

Pet. A good swift fimile, but something currish.

Tra. 'Tis well, sir, that you hunted for yourself; 'Tis thought, your deer does ' hold you at a bay.

Bap. Oh, oh, Petruchio, Tranio hits you now.
Luc. I thank thee for that * gird, good Tranio.
Hor. Confess, confess; hath he not hit you

Pet. 'A has a little galld me, I confess;
And, as the jest did glance away

from me,


f butt beads.
& better.

hold you at a bay.]—makes you observe a due distance.

gird, ]-sarcastic stroke, farcasm.

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'Tis ten to one it maim'd you two outright.

Bap. Now, in good sadness, fon 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.

Hor. Content; What's the wager?
Luc. 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.
Hor. Content.
Pet. A match ; 'cis done.
Hor. Who shall begin ?

Luc. That will l.
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?
Bion. Sir, my mistress sends


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 intreat my wife To come to me forthwith.

[Exit Biondello.


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


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 !
Oh vile, intolerable, not to be endured!
Sirrah, Grumio, go to your mistress;
Say, I command her come to me. [Exit Grumio.

Hor. I know her answer.
Pet. What?
Hor. She will not.
Pet. The fouler fortune mine, and there an end.

Enter Katharine. Bap. Now, by my holidame, here comes Katharina! Kath. What is your will, sir, that you send for me? Pet. Where is your fifter, 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 Katharine. 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, And awful rule, and right supremacy ; And, to be short, what not, that's sweet and happy, Bap. Now fair befal thee, good Petruchio!


The wager thou hast won; and I will add
Unto their losses twenty thousand crowns ;
Another dowry to another daughter,
For she is chang’d, as she had never been.

Pet. Nay, I will win my wager better yet;
And show more sign of her obedience,
Her new-built virtue and obedience.

cap of

Re-enter Katharine, with Bianca, and Widow. See, where she comes : and brings your froward wives As prisoners to her womanly persuasion.Katharine, that 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 ligh, '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. Katherine, I charge thee, tell these headstrong

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

Pet. Come on, I say; and first begin with her.
Wid. She shall not.
Pet. I say, the shall ;-and first begin with her.

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


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