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 rest, Out of hope of all, but my share of the feast. [Exit. [Petruchio and Catharina, advancing. Cath. Husband, let's follow, to fee 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 ? 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 Baptifta, Vincentio, Gremio, Pedant, Lucentio, Bianca, Tranio, Biondello, Petruchio, Catharina, Grumio, Hortenfio, and Widow. Tranio's Servants bringing in a banquet. Luc. A T last, tho' long, our jarring notes agree; To smile at 'scapes and perils over-blown. Pet. Nothing but fit and fit, and eat and eat ! 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, Hortenfio is afeard 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? 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 these quick-witted folks ? Gre. Believe me, Sir, they butt heads together well. Bian. Head and butt? an hasty-witted body Would say, your head and butt were head and horn. Vin. Ay, mistress Bride, hath that awaken'd you ? Bian. Ay, but not frighted me, therefore I'll fleep again. Pet. Nay, that thou shalt not, since you have be gun: Have at you for a better jest or two. Bian. Am I your bird? I mean to shift my bush : 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 Tranis, This bird you aim'd at, tho' you hit it not; Therefore, a health to all that shot 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 swift Simile, but something currish. Tra. 'Tis well, Sir, that you hunted for your felf: '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 there? Pet. He has a little gall'd me, I confess; And as the jest did glance away from me, 'Tis ten to one it maim'd you two outright. Bap. Now, in good sadness, Son Petruchia, I think, thou hast the veriest Shrew of all. Pet. Well, I say, no; and therefore for affurance, Let's each one send unto his Wife, and he Whose Wife is most obedient to come first, When he doth fend for her, shall win the wager. Hor. Content; Luc. Twenty crowns. Pet. Twenty crowns! what wager? 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. Go, Biondello, bid your Mistress come to me. Bap. Son, I'll be your half, Bianca comes. [Exit. Luc. I'll have no halves: I'll bear it all my self. Re-enter Biondello. How now, what news? Bion. Sir, my Mistress sends you word That she is bufie, and cannot come. Pet. How? she's bufie and cannot come, is that an anfwer? Gre. 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 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? Oh vile, intolerable, not to be indur'd : Pet. What? Hor. She will not. [Exit Gra Pet. The fouler fortune mine, and there's an end. Enter Catharina. Bap. Now, by my hollidam, here comes Catharine! Pet. 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 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 fupremacy : 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 the 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 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 such a filly pass. 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, Cost me an hundred crowns since supper-time. Bian. The more fool you, for laying on my duty. Pet. Catharine, I charge thee, tell these headstrong Women, What duty they owe to their Lords and Husbands. Wid. Come, come, you're mocking; we will have no telling. |