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Now where's my wife?
Bion. She says, you have some goodly jest in hand; She will not come; she bids you come to her.
Pet. Worse and worse! she will not come! Oh, vile, Intolerable, not to be endur'd!
Sirrah Grumio, go to your mistress;
I know her answer.
Pet. The fouler fortune mine, and there an end.
Bap. Now, by my holidame, here comes Katherina! 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 parlour-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.
And, to be short, what not that's sweet and happy.
Re-enter KATHERINA, with BIANCA, and Widow. See, where she comes; and brings your froward wives As prisoners to her womanly persuasion.
Katherine, that cap of yours becomes you not;
[KATHERINA pulls off her
Wid. Lord, let me never have a cause to sigh, Till I be brought to such a silly pass!
Bian. Fye! what a foolish duty call you this? Luc. I would, your duty were as foolish too; The wisdom of your duty, fair Bianca, Hath cost me a hundred crowns since supper-time. Bian. The more fool you for laying on my duty. Pet. Katherine, 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 telling.
Pet. Come on, I say; and first begin with her.
Pet. I say, she shall;-and first begin with her. Kath. Fye, fye! unknit that threat'ning unkind brow;
And dart not scornful glances from those eyes,
A woman mov'd, is like a fountain troubled,
Such duty as the subject owes the prince,
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 shrow.
Luc. 'Tis a wonder, by your leave, she will be [Exeunt.