Vin. Fear not, Baptista, we will content you, go to : but I will in, to be reveng'd on this villain. [Exit. Bap. And I, to found the depth of this knavery.

[Exit. Luc. Look not pale, Bianca, thy Father will not frown.

[Exeunt. Gre. My cake is dough, but I'll in among the reft, Out of hope of all, but my share of the feast. [Exit.

[Petruchio and Catharina, advancing. Cath. Husband, let's follow, to see the end of this ado.

Pet. First kiss me, Kate, and we will.
Cath. What, in the midst of the street ?
Pet. What, art thou asham'd of me?
Cath. No, Sir, God forbid ! but asham'd to kiss.
Pet. Why, then let's home again: come, firrah, let's

away. Path. Nay, I will give thee a kiss ; now pray thee,

love, stay, Pet. Is not this well? come, my sweet Kate; Better once than never, for never too late. [Exeunt,

SCENE changes to Lucentio's Apartments, Enter Baptista, Vincentio, Gremio, Pedant, Lucentio, Bianca, Tranio, Biondello, Petruchio, Catharina, Grumio, Hortenfio, and Widow. Tranio's

fervants bringing in a banquet. Luc. T laft, tho' long, our jarring notes agree;

And time it is, when raging war is done,
To smile at 'scapes and perils over-blown.
My fair Bianca, bid my Father welcome,
While I with self-fame kindness welcome thine ;
Brother Petruchio, Sister Catharine,
And thou, Hortenfo; with thy loving Widow ;
Feast with the best, and welcome to my house:
My banquet is to close our stomachs up
After our great good cheer : pray you, sit down ;
For now we fit to chat, as well as eat.

Pete

A

Per. Nothing but fit and fit, and eat and eat!
Bap. Padua affords this kindness, Son Petruchio.
Pet. Padua affords nothing but what is kind.
Hor. For both our fakes, I would that word were

true.
Pet. Now, for my life, Hortenfio fears his Widow.
Wid. Then never trust me, if I be afeard.
Pet. You are very sensible, and yet you miss my

fense: I mean, Hortenfo is a feard of you. Wid. He, that is giddy, thinks, the world turns

round. Pet. Roundly replied. Cath. Mistress, how mean you that? Wid, Thus I conceive by him. Pet. Conceives by me, how likes Hortenfio that? Hor. My widow fays, thus she conceives her tale. Pet. Very well mended ; kiss him for that, good

Widow. Gath. He, that is giddy, thinks, the world turns

round I pray you, tell me what you meant by that.

Wid. Your Husband, being troubled with a Shrew, Measures my

Husband's sorrow by his woe ;
know

my meaning
Cath. A very mean meaning.
Wid. Right, I mean you.
Cath. And I am mean, indeed, respecting you.
Pet. To her, Kate.
Hor. To her, Widow.
Pet. A hundred marks, my Kate does put her down.
Hor. That's my Office.
Pet. Spoke like an Officer ; ha' to thee, lad.

[Drinks to Hortenfio.
Bap. How likes Gremio these quick-witted folks ?
Gre. Believe me, Sir, they butt heads together well.

Bian. Head and butt? an hafty-witted body Would say, your head and butt were head and horn. Vin. Ay, mistress Bride, hath that awaken'd you ?

And now you

bow.

Bian. Ay, but not frighted me, therefore I'll fleep

again. Pet. Nay, that thou shalt not, fince you have be

gun: Have at you for a better jest or two.

Bian. Am I your bird? I mean to shift my buth : And then purfue me, as you

draw

your You are welcome all.

[Excunt Bianca, Catharine, and Widow. Pet. She hath prevented me. Here, Signior Tranie, This bird you aim'd at, tho' you hit it not ; Therefore, a health to all that shot and mifs'd.

Tra. Oh, Sir, Lucentio flip'd me like his grey-hound, Which runs himself, and catches for his master.

Pet. A good swift Simile, but fomething currifh. Tra. 'Tis well, Sir, that you hunted for your self: 'Tis thought, your deer does hold you at a bay.

Bap. Oh, oh, Petruchio, Tranio hits you now.
Luc. I thank thee for that gird, good Tranio.
Hor. Confefs, confess, hath he not hit you chere?

Pet. He has a little gall’d me, I confefs ;
And as the jeft did glance away from me,
'Tis ten to one it maim'd you two outright.

Bap: Now, in good fadness, Son Petruchia, 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 moft obedient to come first, When he doth send for her, shall win the wager.

Hor. Content ;
- Luc. Twenty crowns.

Pet. Twenty crowns !
I'll venture so much on my hawk or hound,
But twenty times fo much upon my Wife.

Luc. A hundred then.
Hor. Content.
Pet. A match, 'tis done.
Hor. Who fhall begin ?
Luc. That will I.

what wager?

Go,

Bion. I go.

come,

Go, Biondello, bid your Miftress come to me.

[Exit. Bap. Son, I'll be your half, Bianca comes. Luc. I'll have no halves : I'll bear it all my self.

Re-enter Biondello.
How now, what news ?

Bion. Sir, my Mistress fends you word
That she is busie, and cannot come.
Pet. How? she's bufie and cannot come,

is that an 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 mult Hor. I am afraid, Sir, do you what you can,

Enter Biondello,
Yours will not be intreated : now, where's

my

wife Bion. She says, you have some goodly jest in hand; She will not come : The bids you come to her.

Pet.' Worse and worse, she will not come!
Oh vile, intolerable, not to be indur'd :
Sirrah, Grumio, go to your Mistress,
Say, I command her to come to me.

[Exit Gre
Hor. I know her answer.
Pet. What ?
Hor. She will not.
Pet. The fouler fortune mine, and there's an end.

Enter Catharina. Bap. Now, by my hollidam, here comes Catharine ! Cath. What is your will, Şir, that you send for me? Pet. Where is your Sifter, and Hortenfio's Wife. Cath. They fit conferring by the parlour fire.

Pet.

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 boads.

Pet. Marry, peace it boads, and love, and quiet life, And awful rule, and right supremacy : And, to be short, what not, that's sweet and happy.

Bap. Now fair befal 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.

Enter Catharina, Bianca and Widow. -
See, where she comes, and brings your froward wives
As prisoners to her womanly persuasion :
Catharine, that Cap of yours becomes you not;
Off with that bauble, throw it under foot.

[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 pafs.

Bian. Fie, what a foolish duty call you this ?

Luc. I would, your duty were as foolith too!
The wisdom of your duty, fair Bianca,
Coft me an hundred crowns fince supper-time.

Bian. The more fool you, for laying on my duty.
Pet. Catharine, I charge thee, tell these headftrong

Women,
What duty they owe to 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, le fhall; and firft begin with her.

Cath.