The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 3 of 9]Shakespeare, William
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The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 3 of 9]
Shakespeare, William
English drama
_Re-enter_ BIONDELLO.
Now, where's my wife? 90
_Bion._ She says you have some goodly jest in hand:
She will not come; she bids you come to her.
_Pet._ Worse and worse; she will not come! O vile,
Intolerable, not to be endured!
Sirrah Grumio, go to your mistress; 95
Say, I command her come to me. [_Exit Grumio._
_Hor._ I know her answer.
_Pet._ What?
_Hor._ She will not.
_Pet._ The fouler fortune mine, and there an end.
_Bap._ Now, by my holidame, here comes Katharina!
_Re-enter_ KATHARINA.
_Kath._ What is your will, sir, that you send for me? 100
_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:
Away, I say, and bring them hither straight. 105
[_Exit Katharina._
_Luc._ Here is a wonder, if you talk of a wonder.
_Hor._ And so it is: I wonder what it bodes.
_Pet._ Marry, peace it bodes, and love, and quiet life,
An awful rule, and right supremacy;
And, to be short, what not, that's sweet and happy? 110
_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 she is changed, as she had never been. 115
_Pet._ Nay, I will win my wager better yet,
And show more sign of her obedience,
Her new-built virtue and obedience.
See where she comes and brings your froward wives
As prisoners to her womanly persuasion. 120
_Re-enter_ KATHARINA, _with_ BIANCA _and_ WIDOW.
Katharine, that cap of yours becomes you not:
Off with that bauble, throw it under-foot.
_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? 125
_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 130
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; and first begin with her.
_Wid._ She shall not.
_Pet._ I say she shall: and first begin with her. 135
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