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Re-enter Biondello. How now,
what news? Bion, Sir, my Mistress sends
word That she is busy, and cannot come. Pet. How ? she's busy and cannot come, is that ax
answer ? Gre. Ay, and a kind one too : Pray God, Sir, your wife send you not a worfe.
Pet. I hope better.
Hor. Sirrah, Biondello, go and intreat my wife to come to me forthwith.
[Exit Biondello. Pet. On, ho ! intreat her! nay, then she needs muft Hor. I am afraid, Sir, do you what you can,
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 !"
Hor. I know her answer.
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 bodes.
Pet. Marry, peace it bodes, and love, and quiet lile,
Bap. Now fair befal thee, good Petruchio!
Pet. Nay, I will win my wager better yet,
Enter Catharina, Bianca, and Widow.
[She pulls off her 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. Fy, what a foolish duty call you this?
Bian. The more fool you, for laying on my duty.
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 threatning unkind brow,
Muddy, ill-feeming, thick, bereft of beauty;
husband's foot ;
Pet. Why, there's a wench : come on, and kiss me, Kate.
Luc. But a harsh hearing, when women are froward.
[Exeunt Petruchio and Catharina Hor. Now go thy ways, thou haft tam'd a curft Shrew. Luc. 'Tis a wonder, by your leave, she will be tam'd so.
[Excunt omnes. Enter two servants bearing Sly in bis own apparel, and
leaving him on the Stage. Then enter a Tapfter. Sly awaking.) Sim, give's some more wine--what, all the Players gone ? am not 1 a Lord ?
Tap. A Lord, with a murrain! come, art thou drunk fill?
Sly. Who's this? Tapiter! oh, I have had the bravel dream that ever thou heardst in all thy life.
Tap. Tea, marry, but thou had beff get thee home, for your Wife will course you for dreaming here all night. Sly. Will she? I know how to tame a Shrew.
I dreamt upon it all this night, and thou hast wak'd me out of the best dream that ever I had. But I'll to my Wife and teme ber too, if foe anger me. .
Ibe End of the Second Volume,