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Pet. First kiss me, Kate, and we will.
let's away. Kath. 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.
A Room in Lucentio's House.
A Banquet set out. Enter BAPTISTA, VINCENTIO, GREMIO, the Pedant, LUCENTIO, BIANCA, PETRUCHIO, KATHARINA, HORTENSIO, and Widow. TRANIO, BIONDELLO, GRUMIO, and Others, attending.
Luc. At last, though long, our jarring notes agree :
Pet. Nothing but sit and sit, and eat and eat !
8 My banquet -] A banquet, or (as it is called in some of our old books) an afterpast, was a slight refection, like our modern desert, consisting of cakes, sweetmeats, and fruit.
Pet. Padua affords nothing but what is kind.
Pet. You are sensible t, and yet you miss my sense; I mean, Hortensio is afeard of you.
Wid. He that is giddy, thinks the world turns round.
Mistress, how mean you that?
widow. Kath. He that is giddy, thinks the world turns
Wid Your husband, being troubled with a shrew,
Kath. A very mean meaning.
Right, I mean you.
[Drinks to HORTENSIO. Bap. How likes Gremio these quick-witted folks ? Gre. Believe me, sir, they butt together well.
9- fears his widow.) To fear, as has been already observed, meant in our author's time both to dread, and to intimidate. The widow understands the word in the latter sense; and Petruchio tells her, he used it in the former. Malone.
+ “You are very sensible," &c. MALONE.
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,
[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 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.
Pet. 'A has a little galld me, I confess ;
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,
Hor. Content :- What is the wager?
Twenty crowns. Pet. Twenty crowns !
A gird, is a sarcasm, a gibe.
I'll venture so much on my hawk, or hound,
Luc. A hundred then.
A match ; 'tis done.
That will I. Go,
[Exit. Bap. Son, I will be your half, Bianca comes. Luc. I'll have no halves : I'll bear it all myself.
How now! what news ?
Sir, my mistress sends you word That she is busy, and she cannot come.
Pet. How! she is busy, and she cannot come !
Ay, and a kind one too:
Pet. I hope, better.
Hor. Sirrah, Biondello, go, and entreat my wife To come to me forthwith.
(Exit BIONDELLO. Pet.
O, ho! entreat her!
I am afraid, sir,
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! Sirrah, Grumio, go to your mistress ; Say, I command her come to me. [Exit GRUMIO.
Hor. I know her answer.
Intolerable, mio, go to me to me.
What ? Hor.
She will not come to Pet. The fouler fortune mine, and there an end.
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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 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,
Bap. Now fair befal thee, good Petruchio!
Pet. Nay, I will win my wager better yet;
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 !
+ Mr. Malone onnits the word come.