Vin. Fear not, Baptifta, we will content you, go to: but I will in, to be reveng'd on this villain. [Exit. Bap. And I, to found the depth of this knavery. [Exit. Luc. Look not pale, Bianca, thy Father will not frown. [Exeunt. Gre. My cake is dough, but I'll in among the reft, Out of hope of all, but my fhare of the feast. [Exit. [Petruchio and Catharina, advancing. Cath. Husband, let's follow, to see the end of this ado. Pet. Firft kifs me, Kate, and we will. Cath. No, Sir, God forbid ! but asham'd to kiss. away. Cath. Nay, I will give thee a kifs; now pray thee, love, ftay. Pet. Is not this well? come, my sweet Kate; Better once than never, for never too late. [Exeunt. SCENE changes to Lucentio's Apartments. Enter Baptifta, Vincentio, Gremio, Pedant, Lucentio, Bianca, Tranio, Biondello, Petruchio, Catharina, Grumio, Hortenfio, and Widow. Tranio's A Servants bringing in a banquet. Luc. T laft, tho' long, our jarring notes agree; My fair Bianca, bid my Father welcome, And thou, Hortenfio, with thy loving Widow; After our great good cheer: pray you, fit down; Pet. Pet. Nothing but fit and fit, and eat and eat! 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 fense: I mean, Hortenfio is afeard of you. Wid. He, that is giddy, thinks, the world turns round. Pet. Roundly replied. Cath. Miftrefs, how mean you that? Wid. Thus I conceive by him. Pet. Conceives by me, how likes Hortenfio that? Cath. 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. Cath. A very mean meaning. Wid. Right, I mean you. Cath. And I am mean, indeed, respecting you. 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 heads together well, Bian. Head and butt? an hafty-witted body Would fay, your head and butt were head and horn. Vin. Ay, miftrefs Bride, hath that awaken'd you? Bian. Ay, but not frighted me, therefore I'll fleep again. Pet. Nay, that thou fhalt not, fince you have be gun: Have at you for a better jeft or two. Bian. Am I your bird? I mean to shift my bush : [Exeunt Bianca, Catharine, and Widow. Pet. She hath prevented me. Here, Signior Tranio, This bird you aim'd at, tho' you hit it not; Therefore, a health to all that fhot and mifs'd. Tra. Oh, Sir, Lucentio flip'd me like his grey-hound, Which runs himself, and catches for his master. Pet. A good fwift Simile, but fomething currish. Tra. 'Tis well, Sir, that you hunted for your felf: '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. Confefs, confess, hath he not hit you there Pet. He has a little gall'd me, I confess; And as the jet did glance away from me, 'Tis ten to one it maim'd you two outright. Bap. Now, in good fadnefs, Son Petruchio, I think, thou haft the verieft Shrew of all. Pet. Well, I fay, no; and therefore for affurance, Let's each one send unto his Wife, and he Whofe Wife is moft obedient to come first, When he doth fend for her, fhall win the wager. Her. Content; Luc. Twenty crowns. Pet. Twenty crowns. what wager? I'll venture fo much on my hawk or hound, But twenty 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, Go, Biondello, bid your Miftrefs come to me. Bion. I go. Bap. Son, I'll be your half, Bianca comes. [Exit. Luc. I'll have no halves: I'll bear it all my self. Re-enter Biondello. How now, what news? Bion. Sir, my Mistress fends you That the is bufie and cannot come. word Pet. How? fhe's bufie and cannot come, is that an answer? Gre. Ay, and a kind one too: Pray God, Sir, your wife fend you not a worse. 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, Sir, do you what you can. Enter Biondello. Yours will not be intreated: now, where's my wife? Pet. Worfe and worse, she will not come ! Hor. I know her answer. Pet. What? Hor. She will not. [Exit Gru.. Pet. The fouler fortune mine, and there's an end. Enter Catharina. Bap. Now, by my hollidam, here comes Catharine!`` Pet.. 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 ftraight. [Exit Catharina. Luc. Here is a wonder, if you talk of a wonder. Hor. And fo it is: I wonder, what it boads. Pet. Marry, peace it boads, and love, and quiet life, And awful rule, and right fupremacy: And, to be short, what not, that's fweet and happy. Enter Catharina, Bianca and Widow. See, where she comes, and brings your froward wives [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. Fie, what a foolish duty call you this? Luc. I would, your duty were as foolish too! The wifdom of your duty, fair Bianca, Coft me an hundred crowns fince fupper-time. Bian. The more fool you, for laying on my duty. Pet. Catharine, I charge thee, tell thefe headftrong Women, What duty they owe to their Lords and Husbands. Pet. Come on, I fay, and firft begin with her. Pet. I fay, the fhall; and firft begin with her. Cath. |