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Hor. Confess, confess, hath he not hit you
here? Pet. 'A has a little gall’d me, I confess; 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,
Hor. Content :-What is the wager?
Luc. A hundred then.
A match; 'tis done. Hor. Who shall begin? Luc.
That will I. Go, Biondello, bid your mistress come to me.
[Exit. Bap. Son, I will be your half, Bianca comes. Luc. I'll have no halves; I'll bear it all myself.
Bion. I go.
How now! what news ?
Sir, my mistress sends
Pet. How! she is busy, and she cannot come!
Ay, and a kind one too :
Pet. I hope, better.
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.
I am afraid, sir, Do what you, can yours will not be entreated.
Now, where's my wife?
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,
Hor. I know her answer.
She will not come. : Pet. The fouler fortune mine, and there an end.
Bap. Now, by my holidame, here comes Katharina !
Pet. Go, fetch them hither; if they deny to come,
[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,
Bap. Now fair befal thee, good Petruchio!
Pet. Nay, I will win my wager better yet ;
Re-enter KATHARINA, with BIANCA and Widow. See, where she comes; and brings your froward wives As prisoners to her womanly persuasion.Katharine, that cap of yours becomes you not; Off with that bauble, throw it under foot.
[KATHARINA pulls off her cap, and throws it down. Wid. Lord, let me never have a cause to sigh, Till I be brought to such a silly pass !
Bian. Fye! what a foolish duty call you this ?
Luc. I would, your duty were as foolish too :
Bian. The more fool you, for laying on my duty.
women What duty they do owe their lords and husbands. Wid. Come, come, you're mocking; we will have no
Kath. Fye, fye! unknit that threat'ning unkind brow;
But love, fair looks, and true obedience;--
I see our lances are but straws;
Pet. Come, Kate, we'll to-bed :
our soft conditions,] The gentle qualities of our minds.
you two are sped.]i. e. The fate of you both is decided; for you have wives who exhibit early proofs of disobedience.-STEEVENS.
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'Twas I won the wager, though you hit the white ;o I
To LUCENTIO. And, being a winner, God give you good night!
[Exeunt PETRUCHIO and KATR. Hor. Now go thy ways, thou hast tam'd a curst shrew. Luc. 'Tis a wonder, by your leave, she will be tam’d so.
[Exeunt. though you hit the white ;] To hit the white is a phrase borrowed from archery: the mark was commonly white. Here it alludes to the name, Bianca, or white.—Johnson.
r Of this play the two plots are so well united, that they can hardly be called two without injury to the art with which they are interwoven. The attention is entertained with all the variety of a double plot, yet is not distracted by unconnected incidents.
The part between Katharine and Petruchio is eminently sprightly and diverting. At the marriage of Bianca the arrival of the real father, perhaps, produces more perplexity than pleasure. The whole play is very popular and diverting.-Johnson.