When they entered, Baptista welcomed them to the wedding feast, and there was present also another newly married pair. Lucentio, Bianca’s husband, and Hortensio, the other new-married man, could not forbear sly jests, which seemed to hint at the shrewish disposition of Petruchio’s wife, and these fond bridegrooms seemed highly pleased with the mild tempers of the ladies they had chosen, laughing at Petruchio for his less fortunate choice. Petruchio took little notice of their jokes till the ladies were retired after dinner, and then he perceived Baptista himself joined in the laugh against him, for when Petruchio affirmed that his wife would prove more obedient than theirs, the father of Katharine said, “Now, in good sadness, son Petruchio, I fear you have got the veriest shrew of all.” “Well,” said Petruchio, “I say no, and therefore, for assurance that I speak the truth, let us each one send for his wife, and he whose wife is most obedient to come at first when she is sent for shall win a wager which we will propose.” To this the other two husbands willingly consented, for they were confident that their gentle wives would prove more obedient than the headstrong Katharine, and they proposed a wager of twenty crowns. But Petruchio merrily said he would lay as much as that upon his hawk or hound, but twenty times as much upon his wife. Lucentio and Hortensio raised the wager to a hundred crowns, and Lucentio first sent his servant to desire Bianca would come to him. But the servant returned, and said: “Sir, my mistress sends you word she is busy and cannot come.” “How,” said Petruchio, “does she say she is busy and cannot come? Is that an answer for a wife?” Then they laughed at him, and said it would be well if Katharine did not send him a worse answer. And now it was Hortensio’s turn to send for his wife; and be said to his servant, “Go, and entreat my wife to come to me.” “Oh ho! entreat her!” said Petruchio. “Nay, then, she needs must come.” “I am afraid, sir,” said Hortensio, “your wife will not be entreated.” But presently this civil husband looked a little blank when the servant returned without his mistress; and he said to him: “How now? Where is my wife?” “Sir,” said the servant, “my mistress says you have some goodly jest in hand, and therefore she will not come. She bids you come to her.” “Worse and worse!” said Petruchio. And then he sent his servant, saying, “Sirrah, go to your mistress and tell her I command her to come to me.” The company had scarcely time to think she would not obey this summons when Baptista, all in amaze, exclaimed: “Now, by my holidame, here comes Katharine!” And she entered, saying meekly to Petruchio, “What is your will, sir, that you send for me?” “Where is your sister and Hortensio’s wife?” said he. Katharine replied, “They sit conferring by the parlor fire.” “Go, fetch them hither!” said Petruchio. Away went Katharine without reply to perform her husband’s command.