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Pet. Worse and worsc; she will not come! O vile,
Hor. I know her answer.
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 KATHARINA. Lúc. 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 befal thee, good Petruchio!
Pet. Nay, I will win my wager better yet;
Re-enter KATHARINA, with BIANCA and Widow. See, where she comes; and brings your froward
wives As prisoners to her womanly persuasion.
Katharine, that 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 headstrong
women What duty they do owe their lords and husbands. Wid. Come, come, you're mocking; we will have
110 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 brow; And dart not scornful glances from those eyes, To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor: It blots thy beauty as frosts bite the meads; Confounds thy fame, as whirlwinds shake fair buds; And in no sense is meet, or amiable. A woman mov'd, is like a fountain' tronbled, Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty; And, while it is so, none so dry or thirsty Will deign to sip,' or touch one drop of it. Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee, And for thy maintenance: commits his body To painful labour, both by sea and land; To watch the night in storms, the day in cold, While thou liest warm at home, secure and safe; And craves no other tribute at thy hands, But love,
fair looks, and true obedience;
Too little paymeut for so great a debt.
me Kate. Luc. Well, go thy ways, old lad; for thou shalt
ha't. l'in. 'Tis a good hearing, when children are to
ward. Luc, But a harsh hearing, when women are fro
ward. Pet. Come, Kate, we'll to bed: We three are married, but you two are sped.