Re-enter Biondello. How now, what news? Bion, Sir, my Mistress fends you That he is bufy, and cannot come. word Pet. How? fhe's bufy and cannot come, is that am anfwer? Gre. Ay, and a kind one too: Pray God, Sir, your wife fend you not a worse. Hor. Sirrah, Biondello, go and intreat my wife to come to me forthwith. [Exit Biondello. Pet. Oh, ho! intreat her! nay, then the needs must come. Hor. I am afraid, Sir, do you what you can, Enter Biondello. Yours will not be intreated: now, where's my wife? Bion. She fays, you have fome goodly jest in hand; She will not come: fhe bids you come to her. Hor. I know her answer. Pet. What? Hor. She will not. [Exit Grumio. Pet. The fouler fortune mine, and there's an end. Enter Catharina. Bap. Now, by my hollidam, here comes Catharine ! Cath. What is your will, Sir, that you fend for me? Pet. Where is your Sifter, 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 fay, and bring them hither straight. [Exit Catharina, Luc. Here is a wonder, if you talk of a wonder. Hor. And fo it is: I wonder, what it bodes. Pet Pet. Marry, peace it bodes, and love, and quiet life, And awful rule, and right fupremacy: And, to be short, what not, that's fweet and happy. Enter Catharina, Bianca, and Widow. See, where she comes, and brings your froward wives [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 pass, Bian. Fy, what a foolish duty call you this? Bian. The more fool you, for laying on my duty. women, What duty they owe to their Lords and Husbands. Pet. Come on, I fay, and first begin with her. Pet. I fay, the fhall: and firft begin with her. A woman mov'd is like a fountain troubled, Muddy, Muddy, ill-feeming, thick, bereft of beauty; But that our foft conditions and our hearts My hand is ready, may it do him ease. Pet. Why, there's a wench: come on, and kifs me, Kate. Luc. Luc. But a harsh hearing, when women are froward. We three are married, but you two are fped. [Exeunt Petruchio and Catharina Hor. Now go thy ways, thou haft tam'd a curft Shrew. Luc. 'Tis a wonder, by your leave, she will be tam'd fo. [Exeunt omnes. Enter two fervants bearing Sly in bis own apparel, and leaving him on the Stage. Then enter a Tapster. Sly awaking.] Sim, give's fome more wine--what, all the Players gone? am not I a Lord? Tap. A Lord, with a murrain! come, art thou drunk Rill? Sly. Who's this? Tapiter! oh, I have had the braveft dream that ever thou beardft in all thy life. Tap. Yea, marry, but thou hadst beft get thee home, for your Wife will courfe you for dreaming here all night. Sly. Will fhe? I know how to tame a Shrew. dreamt upon it all this night, and thou haft wak'd me out of the beft dream that ever I had. But I'll to my Wife and tame her too, if she anger me. |