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. Hor. I know her answer. [Exit Grumio. Pet. Hor. What? 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: Luc. Here is a wonder, if you talk of a wonder. And awful rule, and right supremacy; And, to be short, what not, that's sweet and happy. 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.- [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? Luc. I would, your duty were as foolish too: 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 headstrong 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; WVid. She shall not. and first begin with her. Pet. I say, she shall;-and first begin with her. brow: And dart not scornful glances from those eyes, A woman moy'd, is like a fountain troubled, To watch the night in storms, the day in cold, When they are bound to serve, love, and obey. Our strength as weak, our weakness past compare,— 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 Katharina. Hor. Now go thy ways, thou hast tam'd a curst shrew. Luc. 'Tis a wonder, by your leave, she will be [Exeunt. tam'd so. |