Pet. Is not this well? come my sweete Kate. Better once then neuer, for neuer too late. Actus Quintus. Exeunt. Enter Baptifta, Vincentio, Gremio, the Pedant, Lucentio, and Bianca, Tranio, Biondello, Grumio, and widdow: the feruingmen with Tranio bringing in a banquet. Luc. At last, though long, our iarring notes agree, And time it is when raging warre is come, My faire Bianca bid my father welcome, While I with felfe fame kindneffe welcome thine: And thou Hortenfio, with thy louing Widdow : Petr. Nothing but fit and fit, and eate and eate. Petr. You are very fenfible, and yet you miffe my fence: I meane Hortenfio is afear'd of you. Wid. He that is giddie thinkes the world turns round. Petr. Roundly replied. Kate. Miftris how meane you that? Wid. Thus I conceiue by him. Petr. Conceiues by me, how likes Hortenfio that? Hor. My widdow fayes, thus fhe conceives her tale. Petr. Petr. Verie well mended: kiffe him for that good widdow. Kate. He that is giddie thinkes the world turnes round, I pray you tell me what you meant by that. Wid. Your hufband being troubled with a fhrew, Measures my husbands forrow, by his woe: And now you know my meaning. Kate. A verie meane meaning. Wid. Right. I meane you. Kate. And I am meane indeed, respecting you. Petr. To her Kate. Hor. To her Widdow. Petr. A hundred marks, my Kate does put her down. Hor. That's my office. Petr. Spoke like an officer: ha to thee lad. Drinkes to Hortenfio. Bap. How likes Gremio thefe quicke witted folkes? Bian. Head, and but an haftie witted bodie, Would fay your head and but were head and horne. Haue at you for a better ieft or too. Bian. Am I your bird, I meane to shift my bush, And then pursue me as you draw my bow. You are welcome all. Exit Bianca. Petr. She hath preuented me, here fignior Tranio, Tri. Oh fir, Lucentio flipt me like his gray-hound, G Tra. Tra. 'Tis well fir that you hunted for yourselfe: Petr. Well I fay no: and therefore fir, affurance, And he whose wife is moft obedient, To come at first when he doth fend for her, Luc. Twentie crownes. Petr. Twenty crownes. Ile venture fo much of my hawke or hound, Hor. Content. Petr. A match 'tis done. Hor. Who fhall begin? Luc. That will I. Goe Biondello, bid your miftris come to me. Bion. I goe. Bap. Sonne Ile be you halfe, Bianca comes. Luc. Ile haue no halues: Ile beare it all myfelfe. Enter Biondello. How now, what newes? Exit. Bion. Sir, my miftris fends you word That he is bufie, and fhee cannot come. Petr. How? fhe's busie and fhee cannot come: is that an anfwere ? Gre. I, and a kinde one too : Praie God for your wife fend you not a worse. Petr. I hope better. Hor. Sirra Biondello, goe and intreate my wife to come to mee forthwith. Exit Bion. Pet. Oh ho intreate her, nay then she must needes come. Hor. I am affraid fir, doe what you can Enter Biondello. Yours will not be intreated: now where's my wife? Say I command her come to me. Hor. I know her anfwere. Pet. What? Hor. She will not. Pet. The fouler fortune mine, and there an end, Enter Katerina. Bap. Now by my hollidam here comes Katerina. G 2 Exit. Luc. Luc. Here is a wonder, if you talke of a wonder. Petr. Marrie peace it boads, and loue, and quiet life, And to be short, what not, that's fweete and happie. The wager thou haft won, and I will adde Her new built vertue and obedience. Enter Kate, Bianca, and Widdow. See where she comes, and brings your froward wiues Wid. Lord let me neuer haue a cause to sigh, Bian. Fie what a foolish dutie call you this? Bian. The more foole you for laying on my dutie. What dutie they doe owe their lords and hufbands. Wid. Come, come, your mocking: we will haue no telling. Pet. Come on I say, and first begin with her. Wid. She fhall not. Pet. 1 fay the fhall, and firft begin with her. Kate. Fie, fie, vnknit that threatning vnkind brow, And |