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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 sound 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 rest, Out of hope of all, but my share of the feast. [Exit.
[Petruchio and Catharina, advancing. Cath. Husband, let's follow, to see the end of this ado.
Pet. First kiss me, Kate, and we will.
away. Cath. Nay, I will give thee a kiss; now pray thee,
love, stay. Pet. Is not this well ? come, my sweet Kate; Better once than never, for never too late.
(Exeunt. SCEN E changes to Lucentio's Apartments. Enter Baptista, Vincentio, Gremio, Pedant, Lucentio, Bianca, Tranio, Biondello, Petruchio, Catharina, Grumio, Hortenfio, and Widow. Tranio's
Servants bringing in a banquet. Luc.
Luc. A And time it is, when raging war is done,
at 'scapes and perils over-blown. My fair Bianca, bid
Pet. Nothing but fit and fit, and eat and eat !
Wid. Your Husband, being troubled with a Shrew,
Husband's forrow by his woe ;
Cath. A very mean meaning.
[Drinks to Hortenfio.
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, since you have be
Bian. Am I your bird ? I mean to hift my bush :
[Exeunt Bianca, Catharine, and Widow.
Tra. Oh, Sir, Lucentio flip'd me like his grey-hound,
Pet. A good swift Simile, but something currish. Tra. 'Tis well, Sir, that you hunted for your self: *Tis thought, your
deer does hold you at a bay.
Pet. He has a little galld me, I confess;
Bap. Now, in good sadness, Son Petruchio,
Pet. Well, I say, no ; and therefore for affurance;
Pet. Twenty crowns,
Bion. I go.
Go, Biondello, bid your Miftress come to me.
Pet. I hope better.
Hor. Sirrah, Biondello, go and intreat my wife to. come to me forthwith.
wife? Bion. She says, you have fome goodly jest in hand'; She will not come : The bids you come to her.
Pet. Worse and worse, she will not come!
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 ftraight.
[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 supremacy: And, to be short, what not, that's sweet and happy.
Bap. Now fair befal thee, good Petruchio !
wager thou hast won; and I will add
Pet. Nay, I will win my wager better yet,
Enter Catharina, Bianca and Widow.
[She pulls of ber cap, and throws it down, Wid. Lord, let me never have a cause to figh, 'Till I be brought to such a filly pass.
Bian. Fie, what a foolish duty call you this?
Bian. The more fool you, for laying on my duty.