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. 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 galled me, I confess; And, as the jest did glance away from me, 'Tis ten to one it maimed 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, Luc. Pet. Twenty crowns! Twenty crowns. I'll venture so much on my hawk, or hound, Luc. A hundred, then. Biondello, bid your mistress come to me. Bap. Son, I will be your half, Bianca comes. Re-enter BIONDELLO. How now! what news? Bion. [Exit. 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? Gre. Ay, and a kind one too. Pray God, sir, your wife send you not a worse. Hor. Sirrah, Biondello, go, and entreat my wife To come to me forthwith. Pet. [Exit BIONDELLO. O ho! entreat her! I am afraid, sir, Nay, then she must needs come. Hor. Re-enter BIONDELLO. Now where's my wife? Bion. She says, you have some goodly jest in hand; Sirrah, Grumio, go to your mistress; Hor. I know her answer. Pet. Hor. O vile, [Exit GRUMIO. What? 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; 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 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? Hath cost me a hundred crowns since supper-time. women What duty they do owe their lords and husbands. Pet. Come on, I say; and first begin with her. 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; A woman moved, is like a fountain troubled, What is she, but a foul, contending rebel, When they are bound to serve, love, and obey. But that our soft conditions and our hearts And place your hands below your husband's foot. 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, though you hit the white; [To LUCENTIO. And, being a winner, God give you good night! [Exeunt 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. [Exeunt. |