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Cath. What, in the midit of the street T
Pet. Is not this well ? come, my sweet Kate;
SCENE changes to Lucentio's Apartments,
Enter Baptista, Vincentio, Gremio, Pedant, Lucencio, Bianca, Tranio, Biondello, Petruchio, Catharina, Grumio, Hortenfio, and Widow. Tranio's
fervants bringing in a banquet.
And time it is, when raging war is done,
Pulito Nothing but fit and fit, and eat and eat!
(25) Now, for my life, Hortenfio fears bis widow.
Hor. Tben never trust me if I be afeard.] This line was first placed to Hortenfio by the second Folio edition : Mr. Rowe follow'd that regula ion; and Mr Pope very judiciously has follow'd him. But the old Quarto's and first Folio impreslion rightly place it to the widow : and it is evident by Petrucbio's immediate reply, that it must belong to her. Petrucbio says, Hortenfio fears his widow. The widow un-. derstanding this, as if Petruchio had meant, that Hortenso affrighted :
And now you
Wid. Then never trust me, if I be afeard.
Pet. You are very sensible, and yet you miss my sense : 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?
Cath. He, that is giddy, thinks, the world turns roundI 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 ;
ny 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
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 hafty-witted body Would say, your head and butt were head and horn.
Vin. Ay, misress bride, hath that awaken’d you ? Bian. Ay, but not frighted me, therefore I'll sleep again.
Pet. Nay, that thou shalt not, fince you have begun: Have at you for a better jest or two.
Bian. Am I your bird? I mean to shift my bush: And then pursue me, as you
draw bow. You are welcome all.
[Exeunt Bianca, Catharine, and Widow. her, put her into fears, denies, that she was afraid of him. Nay, says Petruchio, don't be too sensible, don't mistaze my meaning i Hertenfio, I say, is in fear of you.
Pet. She hath prevented me. Here, Signior Tranio, 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 gray-hound, Which runs himself, and catches for his master.
Pet. A good swift fimile, but something currifh.
Tra. 'Tis well, Sir, that you hunted for yourself: 'Tis thought, your deer does hold you at a bay.
Bap. Oh, oh, Petruchio, Tranio hits you now.
Pet. He has a little gauld me, I confess;
me, 'Tis ten to one it maim'd you two outright.
Bap. Now, in good sadness, fon Petruchio,
Pet. Well, I say, no; and therefore for assurancez
Luc. A hundred then.
Luc. That will l.
(Exit. Bap. Son, I'll be your half, Bianca comes. Luc. I'll have no halves : I'll bear it all myself.
you word That he is busy, and cannot come.
Pet. How: The's busy and cannot come: is that an answer?
Gre. Ay, and a kind one too :
Peti I hope better.
Hor. Sisrah, Biondella, go and intreat my wife to come to me forthwith.
[Exit Biondello. Pet Oh, hol intreat her! nay, then she needs must come. Hor. I am afraid, Şir, do
Bion. She says, you have some goodly jest in hand; She will not come : the bids you come to her.
Pet. Worfe and worse, she will not come!
Enter Catharina. Bap. Now, by my hollidam, here comes Catharine ! Cath. What is your w
will, Sir, that you send for me? Pet. Where is your filter, and Hortenfio's wife? Cath. They fit conferring by the parlour fire.
Pet. Go fetch them hither; if they deny to come, Swinge me them foundly 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 me is chang'd, as she had never been.
Pet. Nay, I will win my wager
Enter Catharina, Bianca and Widow.
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 fuch a filly pafs.
Bian. Fy, what a foolish duty call you this?
Luc. I would, your duty were as foolish too !
Bian. The more fool you, for laying on my duty.
Pet.Catharine, I charge thee, tell these headftrong women, What duty they owe to their Lords and husbands.
Wid. Come, come, you're mocking; we will have no
Cath. Fy! fy! unknit that threarning unkind brow,