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Pet. A hundred marks, my Kate does pat her down.
Hor. That's my office.
Pet. Spoke like an officer :- Ha' to thee lad.

(Drinks to Hortensio.) Bap. How likes Gremio these quick-witted folks! Gre. Believe me, rir, they butt together well.

Bian. Head and butt? ali hasty-witted body,
Would say, your head and butt were head and horn.

Vin. Ay, mistress bride, hath that awaken'd you?
Binn. Ay, but not frighted me; therefore I'll sleep

Pet. Nay, that you shall not; since you have begun,
Have at you for a bitter Jest or two.
Bian. Am

your bird ! I mean to shift my bush, And then

rsue me as you draw your bow:

all. (Breunt

Bianca, Katharina, and Widok Pet. She hath prevented me.--Here, signior Tramio, This bird Therefore, a health to all, ttiat shot and miss'd. Which runs himself, and catches for his master,

Tra. O, sir, Lucentio slippd me like his greyhound,

Pet. A good swift simile, but something currish 'Tis thought, your deer does hold you at a bay.

Bap. Oho, Petruchio, Tranio hits you now.
Luc. I thank thee for that
Hor. Confess,

hath he not And as the jest did glance away from me,

you two outright. I think thou hast the


veriest shrew Pel. Well, I say Let's each one send unto his wife;

-no: and therefore, for assurance, And he, whose wife is most obedient To come at first, when he doth send for her, Shall win the wager, which we will propose.

Hor. Content: what is the wager


gird be hit you here?

Tis ten to one of good sadness, son of all.


Twents crowns


Pel. Twenty crowns !
1'l venture so much on my hawk, or hound,
But twenty times so much upon my wife.

Luc. A hundred, then.

Hor. Who shall begin ?

A match, 'tls done. That will Ido,

Bion. I go.

Biondello, bid your mistress come to me,

Hap. Son, I will be your half, Bianca comes,
Luc. I'll have no halves : I'll bear it all mysell

How now! what news!

Sir, my mistress sends you word
That she is busy, and she cannot come.

Pet. How! she is busy, and she cannot come!
Is that an answer ?

As, and a kind one too :
Pray God, sit, your wife send you not a worse.

Pet. I hope, better.
Hor. Sirrah, Biondello, go, and entreat my wife
To come to me forthwith,

(Exit Biondello

0, hol entreat her! Nay, then she must needs come. Hor.

I am afraid, sir, Do what you can, yours will not be entreated.

Re-enter BIONDELLO. Now, where's my wife

Bion. She says, you have some goodis jest in hand; She will not come; she bids you come to her.

Pet. orse and worse ; she will not come! O vile,
Intolerable, not to be endured!
Birrah, Grumlo, go to your mistress?
Say, I command her come to me. [Exit Grumio.
Hor. I know her answer.

What ?

She will not come.
Pet. The fouler fortune mine, and there an end.

Bap: Nox, by my holidame, here comes Katharina !
Kath. What is your will, sir, that you send for me?
Pel. 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, I say, and bring them hither straight.

Luc. Here is a wonder, If you talk of a wonder.
Hor. And so it is; I wonder what it boder

[Exit Katharina,

Pet. Marry, peace it bodes, and love, and qulet life,
An awful rule, and right supremacy ;
Anul, to be short, what not, that's sweet and bapps.

Bap. Now fair befal thee, good Petruchiol
Unto their losses twenty thousand crowns;
The wager thou hast won, and I will add
Another dowry to another daughter,
Por she is changed as she had never been.

Pel. Nas, I will win my wager better yet;
And show more sign of her obedience,
Her new-built virtue and obedience.
Re-enter KATHARINA, with BIANCA and W'idor.
See, where she comes: and brings your froward wires
As prisoners to her womanly persuasion.
Katharine, that cap of yours becomes you not ;
off with that bauble, throw it under foot.
Wid. Lord, let me never have a cause to sigh,

(Katharina pulls off her cap, and throws it down.) Till I be brought to such a silly pass! Bian. Fy! what a foolish duty call you this? Luc. I would your duty were as foolish too:

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 What duty they do owe their lords and husbands. Wid. Come, come, you're mocking; we will have no Pet. Come Wid. She shall not.


I say; and first begin with her.
Pet, I say, she shall;-and first begin with hers

Kath. Fy, fs ! 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 ;
A woman moved, is like a fountain troubled,
Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft
And, while it is so, none so dry or thirsty

of beauty;
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 tributo at thy hands,
But love, fuir looks, and true obedience ;
Too little payment for so great a debt.
Such duty as the subject owes the prince,
Even such, a woman oweth to her husband:
And when she's froward, peevish, sullen, sour,
And not obedient to his honest will,
What is she, but a soul contending rebel,
And graceless traitor to her loving lord ?-
I am ashamed that women are so simple
To offer war, where they should kneel for peace;
Or seek for rule, supremacy, and sway,
Where they are bound to serve, love, and obey.
Why are our bodies soft, and weak, and smooth,
Unapt to toil and trouble in the world;
But that our soft conditions, and our hearts,
Should well agree with our external parts ?
Come, come, you froward and unable worms!
My mind hath been as big as one of yours,
My heart as great; my reason, haply, more,
To bandy word for word, and frown for frown:
But now, I see, our lances are but straws;
Our strength as weak, our weakness past compare,
That seeming to be most, which we least are.
Then vail your stomachs, for it is no boot;
And place your hands below your husband's foot:
In token of which duty, if he please,
My hand is ready, may it do him ease.

Pet. Why, there's a wench !-- Come on, and kiss me,
Luc. Well, go thy ways, old lad; for thou shalt ba't.
Vin. 'Tis a good hearing, when children are toward.
Luc. But a harsh hearing, when women are froward.

Pet. Come, Kate, we'll to bed :-----
We three are married, but you two are sped.
'Twas I won the wager, though you hit the white !

To Lucentio.
And, being a winner, God give you good night!

[Exeunt Pelruchio and Kath. Hor. Now go thy ways, thou hast tamed a curs't shrew. Luc. 'Tis a wonder, by your leave, she will be tamed


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