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Pet. A good swift simile, but something currish. Tra. 'Tis well, Sir, that you hunted for yourself: 'Tis thought your deer does hold you at a bay.

Bap. O ho, Petruchio! Tranio hits you now.
Luc. I thank thee for that gird, good Tranio.
Hor. Confess, confess, hath he not hit you here?
Pet. 'A has a little gall'd me, I confess;
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,
I think thou hast the veriest shrew of all.

Pet. Well, I say no: and therefore, for assurance, Let's each one send unto his wife;

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.
What is the wager?

Hor. Content.


Pet. Twenty crowns!

I'll venture so much of my hawk or hound,
But twenty times so much upon my wife.

Luc. A hundred then.



Twenty crowns.


Hor. Who shall begin?
That will I.-
Go, Biondello, bid your mistress come to me.
Bion. I go.

Bap. Son, I will be your half, Bianca comes.
Luc. I'll have no halves; I'll bear it all myself.


A match! 'tis done.

How now! what news?
Sir, my mistress sends you
That she is busy, and she cannot come.

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

Ay, and a kind one too:
Pray God, Sir, your wife send you not a worse.
Pet. I hope, better.

Hor. Sirrah Biondello, go and entreat my wife
To come to me forthwith.

O ho! entreat her!
Nay, then she must needs come.




Do what you can, yours will not be entreated.

Re-enter BIONdello.

I am afraid, Sir,

Now, where's my 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, Intolerable, not to be endur'd!—

Sirrah Grumio, go to your mistress; say,

I command her come to me.

Hor. I know her answer.


Pet. What?

Hor. She will not.

Pet. The fouler fortune mine, and there an end.
Bap. Now, by my holidame, here comes Katharina!


Kath. 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, I say, and bring them hither straight. [Exit 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, An awful rule, and right supremacy;

And, to be short, what not, that's sweet and happy.

Bap. Now, fair befall thee, good Petruchio!
The wager thou hast won; and I will add
Unto their losses twenty thousand crowns;
Another dowry to another daughter,
For she is chang'd, as she had never been.

Pet. Nay, I will win my wager better yet,
And show more sign of her obedience,
Her new-built virtue and obedience.

See, where she comes, and brings your froward wives
As prisoners to her womanly persuasion.-

Re-enter KATHARINA, with BIANCA and Widow. Katharine, that cap of yours becomes you not: Off with that bauble, throw it under foot.

[KATHARINA pulls off her cap, and throws it do 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 a 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 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 threatening unkind brow;
And dart not scornful glances from those eyes,
To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor :

It blots thy beauty, as frosts do 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 troubled,
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 sov'reign; 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,
Whilst 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 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 foul contending rebel,
And graceless traitor to her loving lord?
I am asham'd that women are so simple
To offer war, where they should kneel for
Or seek for rule, supremacy, and sway,
When 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 indeed 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, Kate.
Luc. Well, go thy ways, old lad; for thou shalt ha'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, [To LUCENTIO.] though you hit the


And, being a winner, God give you good night!

[Exeunt PETRUCHIO and KATH Hor. Now, go thy ways; thou hast tam'd a curst shrew. Luc. 'Tis a wonder, by your leave, she will be tam'd so.





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