_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! 45 _Bian._ Am I your bird? I mean to shift my bush; And then pursue me as you draw your bow. You are welcome all. [_Exeunt Bianca, Katharina, and Widow._ _Pet._ She hath prevented me. Here, Signior Tranio, This bird you aim'd at, though you hit her not; 50 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: 55 'Tis thought your deer does hold you at a bay. _Bap._ O ho, Petruchio! Tranio hits you now. _Luc._ I thank thee for that gird, good Tranio. _Hor._ Confess, confess, hath he not hit you here? _Pet._ A' has a little gall'd me, I confess; 60 And, as the jest did glance away from me, 'Tis ten to one it maim'd you two outright. _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 65 Let's each one send unto his wife; And he whose wife is most obedient To come at first when he doth send for her, Shall win the wager which we will propose. _Hor._ Content. What is the wager? _Luc._ Twenty crowns. 70 _Pet._ Twenty crowns! I'll venture so much of my hawk or hound, But twenty times so much upon my wife. _Luc._ A hundred then. _Hor._ Content. _Pet._ A match! 'tis done. _Hor._ Who shall begin? _Luc._ That will I. 75 Go, Biondello, bid your mistress come to me. _Bion._ I go. [_Exit._ _Bap._ Son, I'll be your half, Bianca comes. _Luc._ I'll have no halves; I'll bear it all myself. _Re-enter_ BIONDELLO. How now! what news? _Bion._ Sir, my mistress sends you word 80 That she is busy, and she cannot come. _Pet._ How! she is busy, and she cannot come! Is that an answer? _Gre._ Ay, and a kind one too: Pray God, sir, your wife send you not a worse. _Pet._ I hope, better. 85 _Hor._ Sirrah Biondello, go and entreat my wife To come to me forthwith. [_Exit Biondello._ _Pet._ O, ho! entreat her! Nay, then she must needs come. _Hor._ I am afraid, sir, Do what you can, yours will not be entreated.