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Pet. 'A has alitiwa me, I confess;
Pet. A hundred marks, my Kate does pat her down.
(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,
Vin. Ay, mistress bride, hath that awaken'd you?
Pet. Nay, that you shall not; since you have begun,
your bird ! I mean to shift my bush, And then
rsue me as you draw your bow:
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.
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.
Pel. Twenty crowns !
Luc. A hundred, then.
A match, 'tls done. That will Ido,
Bion. I go.
Biondello, bid your mistress come to me,
Sir, my mistress sends you word
Pet. How! she is busy, and she cannot come!
As, and a kind one too :
Pet. I hope, better.
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,
She will not come.
Pet. Go fetch them hither; if they deny to come,
Luc. Here is a wonder, If you talk of a wonder.
Pet. Marry, peace it bodes, and love, and qulet life,
Bap. Now fair befal thee, good Petruchiol
Pel. Nas, I will win my wager better yet;
(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.
Kath. Fy, fs ! unknit that threat'ning unkind brow;
To watch the night in storms, the day in cold,
Pet. Come, Kate, we'll to bed :-----
[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