Wid. Then never trust me if I be afeard.
Pet. You are sensible, and yet you miss my

sense; I mean, Hortensio is afeard of you. Wid. He that is giddy, thinks the world turns

round. Pet. Roundly replied. Kath.

Mistress, how mean you that? Wid. Thus I conceive by him. Pet. Conceives by me!-How likes Hortensio

that? Hor. My widow says, thus she conceives her tale. Pet. Very well mended: Kiss him for that, good

widow. Kath. 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 sorrow by his woe:
And now you know my meaning:

Kath. A very mean meaning.
Wid.

Right, I mean you.
Kath. 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 HORTENSIO. Bap. How likes Gremio these quick-witted folks? Gre. Believe me, sir, they butt 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

sleep again.

Pet. Nay, that you shall not; since you have

begun, Have at you for a bitter jest or two.

Bian. Am I your bird? I mean to shift my bush, And then pursue me as you draw your bow:You are welcome all.

[Exeunt BIANCA, KATHARINA, and Widow. Pet. She hath prevented me.--Here, signior

Tranio, This bird you aim'd at, though you hit her not; Therefore, a health to all that shot and miss'd. Tra. O, sir, Lucentio slipp'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 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 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 Petruchio,
I think thou hast the veriest shrew of all.
Pet. Well, I say—no: and therefore, for assu-

rance,
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,
Shall win the wager which we will propose.
Hor. Content:- What is the wager?
Luc.

Twenty crowns. Pet. Twenty crowns!

Pet. W

rance,nd unto nat obed

'—

that gird,] A gird is a sarcasm, a gibe.

Hor.

I'll venture so much on my hawk, or hound,
But twenty times so much upon my wife.
Luc. A hundred then.

Content.
Pet.

A match; 'tis done. Hor. Who shall begin?

That will I. Go,
Biondello, bid your mistress come to me.
Bion. I go.

[Exit. Bap. Son, I will be your half, Bianca comes. Luc. I'll have no halves; I'll bear it all myself.

Luc.

Re-enter BIONDELLO.
How now! what news ?
Bion.

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.

Pet. I hope, better.

Hor. Sirrah, Biondello, go, and entreat my wife To come to me forthwith. [Exit BIONDELLO. Pet.

0, ho! 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 goodly jest in

hand; She will not come; she bids you come to her. Pet. Worse and worse; she will not come! O

vile, Intolerable, not to be endur'd!

Pet.

Sirrah, Grumio, go to your mistress;
Say, I command her come to me. (Exit Grumio.
Hor. I know her answer.

What?
Hor.

She will not come. Pet. The fouler fortune mine, and there an end.

Enter KATHARINA. Bap. Now, by my holidame, here comes Katha

rina! 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.

[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 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 she 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.

Re-enter KATHARINA, with Bianca and Widow. See, where she comes; and brings your froward

wives As prisoners to her womanly persuasion.

Katharine, 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. Fye! what a foolish duty call you this?

Luc. I would, your duty were as foolish to:
The wisdom 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 head-

strong women 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. Wid. She shall not. 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, To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor: It blots thy beauty, as frosts bite the meads; Confounds thy fame, as whirlwinds shake fair buds; And in no sense is meet, or amiable. A woman mov'd, is like a fountain troubled, Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty; And, while it is so, none so dry or thirsty Will deign to sip, or touch one drop of it. Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee, And for thy maintenance: commits his body To painful labour, both by sea and land; To watch the night in storms, the day in cold, While thou liest warm at home, secure and safe; And craves no other tribute at thy hands,