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Bap. Oho, Petruchio, Tranio hits you now.
Pet. 'A has a little gall'd me, I confess; And, 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,
Hor. Content;- What is the wager?
Luc. A hundred then.
A match; 'tis done.
That will I. Go,
[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!
Ay, and a kind one too:
Pet. I hope, better.
Hor. Sirrah, Biondello, go, and entreat my wife To come to me forthwith.
[Erit Biondello. Pet.
O, ho! entreat her!
I am afraid, sir,
Re-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! O, vile,
Hor. I know her answer.
She will not come.
Bap. Now, by my holidame, here comes KathaKath. What is your will, sir, that you send for
me? Pet. Where is your sister, 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, 1 say, and bring them hither straight.
[Erit Katharina. 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,
Bap. Now fair befall thee, good Petruchio!
Pet. Nay, I will win my wager better yet;
Re-enter KATHARINA, with Bianca and Widow.
cap of yours becomes you not; Off with that bauble, throw it under foot. [Katharina pulls off her cap, and throws it down.
Wid. Lord, let me never have a cause to sigh, Till I be brought to such a silly pass!
Bian. Fie! 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. Katharine, I charge thee, tell these head.
strong women What duty they do owe their lords and husbands. Wid. Come, come, you're mocking; we will have
no telling. Pet. Come on, I say; and first begin with her. Wid. She shall not. Pet. I say, she shall;—and first begin with her. Kath. Fie, fie! unknit that threat'ning unkind
While thou liest warm at home, secure and safe: