_Pet._ I am content you shall entreat me stay; But yet not stay, entreat me how you can. _Kath._ Now, if you love me, stay. _Pet._ Grumio, my horse. _Gru._ Ay, sir, they be ready: the oats have eaten the horses. 200 _Kath._ Nay, then, Do what thou canst, I will not go to-day; No, nor to-morrow, not till I please myself. The door is open, sir; there lies your way; You may be jogging whiles your boots are green; 205 For me, I'll not be gone till I please myself: 'Tis like you'll prove a jolly surly groom, That take it on you at the first so roundly. _Pet._ O Kate, content thee; prithee, be not angry. _Kath._ I will be angry: what hast thou to do? 210 Father, be quiet: he shall stay my leisure. _Gre._ Ay, marry, sir, now it begins to work. _Kath._ Gentlemen, forward to the bridal dinner: I see a woman may be made a fool, If she had not a spirit to resist. 215 _Pet._ They shall go forward, Kate, at thy command. Obey the bride, you that attend on her; Go to the feast, revel and domineer, Carouse full measure to her maidenhead, Be mad and merry, or go hang yourselves: 220 But for my bonny Kate, she must with me. Nay, look not big, nor stamp, nor stare, nor fret; I will be master of what is mine own: She is my goods, my chattels; she is my house, My household stuff, my field, my barn, 225 My horse, my ox, my ass, my any thing; And here she stands, touch her whoever dare; I'll bring mine action on the proudest he That stops my way in Padua. Grumio, Draw forth thy weapon, we are beset with thieves; 230 Rescue thy mistress, if thou be a man. Fear not, sweet wench, they shall not touch thee, Kate: I'll buckler thee against a million. [_Exeunt Petruchio, Katharina, and Grumio._ _Bap._ Nay, let them go, a couple of quiet ones. _Gre._ Went they not quickly, I should die with laughing. 235 _Tra._ Of all mad matches never was the like. _Luc._ Mistress, what's your opinion of your sister? _Bian._ That, being mad herself, she's madly mated. _Gre._ I warrant him, Petruchio is Kated. _Bap._ Neighbours and friends, though bride and bridegroom wants 240 For to supply the places at the table, You know there wants no junkets at the feast. Lucentio, you shall supply the bridegroom's place; And let Bianca take her sister's room. _Tra._ Shall sweet Bianca practise how to bride it? 245 _Bap._ She shall, Lucentio. Come, gentlemen, let's go. [_Exeunt._ LINENOTES: SCENE II.] Pope. ACT III. SCENE I. Capell.