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Cath. What, in the midit of the street. ."T
Pet. Is not this well? come, my sweet Kate;
SCENE changes to Lucentio's Apartments,
Enter Baptista, Vincentio, Gremio, Pedant, Lucentio,
Servants bringing in a banquet.
Luc. A ,
To smile at 'capes and perils over
Pulto Nothing but fit and fit, and eat and eat!
(25) Now, for my life, Hortenfio fears bis widow.
Hor. Tben never trust me if I be a feard.] This line was firft placed to Hortenfio by the second Folio edition : Mr. Rowe follow'd that regulation; and Mr Pope very judiciously has follow'd him. But the old Quarto's and first Folio impression rightly place it to the widow : and it is evident by Petrucbio's immediate reply, that it muft belong to her. Petruchio says, Hortensia fears his widow. The widow un-.. derstanding this, as if Petruchio had meant, that Hortenho affrighted
Wid. Then never trust me, if I be afeard.
sense : I mean, Hortenfio iš afeard of
you. Wid. He, that is giddy, thinks the world turns round. Pet. Roundly replied. Cath. Mistress, how mean you that? Wid. Thus I conceive by him. Pet, Conceives by me, how likes Hortenfio that? Hor. My widow says, thus she conceives her tale. Pet. Very well mended; kiss him for that, good widow.
Cath. He, that is giddy, thinks, che world turns round 1 pray you, tell me what you meant by that,
Wid. Your husband, being troubled with a threw, Measures
my husband's forrow by his woe ; And now you know ny meaning.
Cath. A very mean meaning.
[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 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 thou shalt not, fince you have begun : Have at you
for a better jest or two. Bian. Am I
bush : And then pursue me, as you
bow. You are welcome all.
[Exeunt Bianca, Catharine, and Widow. her, put her into fears, denies, that she was afraid of him. Nay, says Petrucbio, don't be too senfible, don't miltase my meaning i Hertenfio, I is in fear you,
Pet. She hath prevented me. Here, Signior Tranio, This bird
aim'd at, tho’you hit it not; Therefore, a health to all that shot and miss'd.
Tra. Oh, Sir, Lucentio flip'd me like his gray-hound, Which runs himself, and catches for bis 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.
Pet. He has a little gauld me, I confess;
Bap. Now, in good sadness, fon Petruchio,
Pet. Well, I say, no; and rherefore for assurance,
Hor. Content ; what wager ?
Pet. Twenty crowns !
Luc. A hundred then.
Luc. That will I.
(Exit. Bap. Son, I'll be your half, Bianca comes. Luc. I'll have no halves : I'll bear it all my felf.
Re-enter Biondello. How now, what news ?
Bion. Sir, my mistress sends you word That she is busy, and cannot come.
Bion. I go.
Pet. How: The's busy and cannot come: is that an answer?
Gre. Ay, and a kind one too :
Peti I hope better
Hor. Sisrah, Biondella, go and intreat my wife to come to me forthwith.
[Exit Biondello. Pet Oh, hol intreat her! nay, then she needs must come. Hor. I am afraid, Şir, do
Bion. She says, you have some goodly jest in hand; She will not come : the bids you come to her.
Pet. Worfe and worse, she will not come!
Enter Catharina. Bap. Now, by my hollidam, here comes Catharine ! Cath. What is your w
will, Sir, that you send for me? Pet. Where is your filter, and Hortenfio's wife? Cath. They fit conferring by the parlour fire.
Pet. Go fetch them hither; if they deny to come, Swinge me them foundly forth unto their husbands : Away, I say, and bring them hither straight.
[Exit Catharina, Luc. Here is a wonder, if you talk of a wonder. Hor. And so 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 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 better yet,
For me is chang'd, as she had never been.
Pet. Nay, I will win my wager
Enter Catharina, Bianca and Widow.
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 figh, 'Till I be brought to fuch a filly pafs.
Bian. Fy, 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.
Pet.Catharine, I charge thee, tell these headftrong women, What duty they owe to their Lords and husbands.
Wid. Come, come, you're mocking; we will have no
Cath. Fy! fy! unknit that threarning unkind brow,