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

[Exit.

[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 fhare of the feast. [Exit. [Petruchio and Catharina, advancing.

Cath. Husband, let's follow, to see the end of this

ado.

Pet. Firft kifs me, Kate, and we will.

Cath. What, in the midst of the street?
Pet. What, art thou afham'd of me?

Cath. No, Sir, God forbid ! but afham'd to kifs.
Pet. Why, then let's home again: come, firrah, let's

away.

Path. Nay, I will give thee a kifs; now pray thee,
love, ftay.

Pet. Is not this well? come, my fweet Kate;
Better once than never, for never too late.

[Exeunt.

SCENE changes to Lucentio's Apartments.

Enter Baptifta, Vincentio, Gremio, Pedant, Lucentic,
Bianca, Tranio, Biondello, Petruchio, Catharina,
Grumio, Hortenfio, and Widow. Tranio's
fervants bringing in a banquet.

A

T laft, tho' long, our jarring notes agree;
And time it is, when raging war is done,
To fmile at 'fcapes and perils over-blown.
My fair Bianca, bid my Father welcome,
While I with felf-fame kindness welcome thine;
Brother Petruchio, Sifter Catharine,

Luc.

And thou, Hortenfio, with thy loving Widow;
Feast with the best, and welcome to my houfe:
My banquet is to close our stomachs
After our great good cheer: pray you, fit down;
For now we fit to chat, as well as eat.

up

Pet.

Pet. 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 fenfible, and yet you miss my fenfe :

I mean, Hortenfio is afeard of you.

Wid. He, that is giddy, thinks, the world turns round.

Pet. Roundly replied.

Cath. Miftrefs, how mean you that?
Wid. Thus I conceive by him.

Pet. Conceives by me, how likes Hortenfio that?
Hor. My widow fays, thus fhe conceives her tale.
Pet. Very well mended; kifs him for that, good

Widow.

Cath. 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 forrow by his woe; And now you 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 thefe quick-witted folks? Gre. Believe me, Sir, they butt heads together well. Bian. Head and butt? an hafty-witted body Would fay, your head and butt were head and horn. Vin. Ay, miftrefs Bride, hath that awaken'd you?

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 jeft or two.

Bian. Am I your bird? I mean to fhift my bufh: And then purfue me, as you draw your bow. You are welcome all.

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

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

Pet. A good fwift Simile, but fomething currif. 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, confefs, hath he not hit you there?
Pet. He has a little gall'd me, I confess;
And as the jeft did glance away from me,
'Tis ten to one it maim'd you two outright.

Bap. Now, in good fadnefs, Son Petruchio,
I think, thou haft the veriest Shrew of all.

Pet. Well, I fay, no; and therefore for affurance, Let's each one fend unto his Wife, and he Whofe Wife is moft obedient to come first, When he doth fend for her, fhall win the wager. what wager?

Hor. Content;

Luc. Twenty crowns.

Pet. Twenty crowns!

I'll venture fo 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.

Go,

Go, Biondello, bid your Mistress come to me.
Bion. I go.

[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 the is bufie, and cannot come.

Pet. How? fhe's bufie and cannot come, is that an anfwer?

Gre. Ay, and a kind one too :

Pray God, Sir, your wife fend you not a worse.
Pet. I hope better.

Hor. Sirrah, Biondello, go and intreat my wife to come to me forthwith. [Exit Biondello. Pet. Oh, ho intreat her! nay, then the needs muft

come.

Hor. I am afraid, Sir, do you what you can,

Enter Biondello.

Yours will not be intreated: now, where's my wife?
Bion. She fays, you have some goodly jeft in hand ;
She will not come: fhe bids you come to her.

Pet. Worfe and worfe, fhe 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.
Hor. I know her anfwer.

[Exit Gru.

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, Sir, that you fend 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 fay, and bring them hither ftraight.

[Exit Catharina. Luc. Here is a wonder, if you talk of a wonder. Har. And fo it is: I wonder, what it boads. Pet. Marry, peace it boads, and love, and quiet life, And awful rule, and right fupremacy : And, to be short, what not, that's fweet and happy. Bap. Now fair befal thee, good Petruchio! The wager thou haft won; and I will add Unto their loffes twenty thousand crowns, Another dowry to another Daughter; For fhe is chang'd, as fhe had never been. Pet. Nay, I will win my wager better yet, And fhow more fign of her obedience, Her new-built virtue and obedience.

Enter Catharina, Bianca and Widow.
See, where she comes, and brings your froward wives
As prifoners to her womanly perfuafion :
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 fuch a filly 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, Coft me an hundred crowns fince supper-time. Bian. The more fool you, for laying on my duty. Pet. Catharine, I charge thee, tell thefe 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 fay, and firft begin with her.
Wid. She fhall not.

Pet. I fay, fhe fhall; and firft begin with her.

Cath.