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And then pursue me as you draw your bow.-
[Exeunt BIANCA, KATHARINA, and Widow. Pet. She hath prevented me. — Here, seignior Tranio, This bird you aimed at, though you hit her not; Therefore, a health to all that shot and missed.
Tra. O, sir, Lucentio slipped me like his greyhound, Which runs himself, and catches for his master.
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. 7 ho, Petruchio, Tranio hits you now.
Pet. ’A has a little galled me, I confess ;
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
Hor. Content - What is the wager?
Luc. A hundred, then.
A match ; 'tis done. Hor. Who shall begin ? Luc.
That will I. Go, Biondello, bid your mistress come to me. Bion. I go.
[Exit. Bap. Son, I will be your half, Bianca comes. Inic. I'll have no halves: I'll bear it all myself.
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 ?
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.
[Exit BIONDELLO. Pet.
Oho! entreat her!
I am afraid, sir,
Re-enter BIONDELLO. Now where's my wife ?
Bion. She says, you have some goodly jest She will not come; she bids you come to her.
Pet. Worse and worse; she will not come! O vile,
Hor. I know her answer.
She will not. Pet. The fouler fortune mine, and there an end.
Enter KATHARINA. 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 parlor 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;
Bap. Now fair befall 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.— Katharina, 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.
Bian. The more fool you for laying on my duty.
Pet. Katharine, I charge thee, tell these headstrong
Kath. Fie, fie! unknit that threatening, unkind brow;
What is she, but a foul, contending rebel,
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, though you hit the white;
[To LUCENTIO. And, being a winner, God give you good night!
[Ereunt PETRUCHIO and Kath. Hor. Now go thy ways; thou hast tamed a curst shrew. Luc. 'Tis a wonder, by your leave, she will be tamed so.