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And time it is, when raging war is done,
Pet. Nothing but fit and fit, and eat and eat!
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.
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.
Hor. To her, widow !
[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
Vin. Ay, mistress bride, hath that awaken’d you?
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,
[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.
f butt beads.
gird, ]-sarcastic stroke, farcasm.
'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,
Hor. Content; What's the wager?
Pet. Twenty crowns !
Luc. A hundred then.
Luc. That will l.
(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?
word That she is busy, and she cannot come.
Pet. How! she is busy, and she cannot come !
Gre. Ay, and a kind one too:
Pet. I hope, better.
Hor. Sirrah, Biondello, go, and intreat my wife To come to me forthwith.
Pet. Oh, ho! intreat her!
Hor. I am afraid, fir,
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 !
Hor. I know her answer.
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
Pet. Nay, I will win my wager better yet;
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 :
Bian. The more fool you, for laying on my duty.
women What duty they do owe their lords and husbands. Wid. Come, come, you're mocking; we will have no
Kath. Fye! fye! unknit that threat'ning unkind brow: