Measures another husband's sorrow by his woe:
And now you know my meaning.

Gre. [To PETRUCHIO.] 'Tis thought, your deer does hold
you at a bay.

Bap. O ho, Petruchio, Lucentio hits you now.

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, 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?

Go, Biondello, bid your mistress come to me.

Bion. I go.

Bap. Son, I will be your half, Bianca comes.
Luc. I'll have no halves; I'll bear it all myself.

Re-enter BIONDELLO, R.

How now! what news?

Bion.

[Exit, R.

Sir, my mistress sends you word

That she is busy, and that she cannot come.

Pet. How! she is busy, and she cannot come!

Is that an answer?

Pray Jove, sir, your wife send you not a worse.

Pet. I hope, better.

Hor. Sirrah Grumio, go, and entreat my wife,

To come to me forthwith.

Pet.

[Exit GRUMIO, R.

O, ho! entreat her!

I am afraid, sir,

Nay, then she must needs come.

Hor.

Do what you can, yours will not be entreated.

Re-enter GRUMIO, R.

Now where's my wife?

Gru. 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 endur'd!

Sirrah Grumio, go to your mistress ;

Say, I command her come to me. [Exit GRUMIO, R.
Hor. I know her answer.

Pet.

Hor.

What?

She will not,

Pet. The fouler fortune mine, and there an end.

Enter KATHARINE and GRUMIO.

Bap. Now, by my holidam, here comes Katharine!
Kath. What is your will, sir, that you send for me?
Pet. Where is your sister, and Hortensio's wife?
Kath. They sit conferring by the parlor 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.

[Exit KATHARINE, R. X 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,

A lawful rule, and right supremacy;

And, to be short, what not, that's sweet and happy.

Bap. Fow fair befall 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 chang'd, as she had never been.

Pet. Nay, I will win my wager better yet; And show more sign of her obedience,

Her new-built virtue and obedience.

Re-enter KATHARINE, with BIANCA and WIDOW, who go to their husbands showing resentment

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.

Wid. Lord, let me ever have a cause to sigh,

Till I be brought to such a silly pass?

Bian. Fie! what a foolish duty call you this? 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, What duty 'tis they owe their lords and husbands.

Wid. Come, come, you're mocking; we will have no tell-
ing.

Pet. Come on, I say; and first begin with her.
Wid. She shall not.

Pet. I say, she shall ;-and first begin with her.

Kath. [Going to WIDOW.] Fie! fie! unknit that threat'ning unkind brow;

And dart not scornful glances from those eyes,

To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor :

It blots thy beauty, as frosts do bite the meads,
Confounds thy fame, as whirlwinds shake fair buds,
And in no sense is meet or amiable.

A woman mov'd is like a fountain troubled.
Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty;

And, while it is so, none so dry or thirsty.
Will deign to sip, or touch one drop of it.

[Turning to BIANCA.

Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper,
Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee,
And for thy maintenance; commits his body
To painful labor, both by sea and land;

To watch the night in storms, the day in cold,
Whilst thou liest warm at home, secure and safe;
And craves no other tribute at thy hands,
But love, fair looks, and true obedience,-
Too little payment for so great a debt.

[Addressing PETRUCHIO.

Such duty as the subject owes the prince,
Even such, a woman oweth to her husband:

And, when she's froward, peevish, sullen, sour,
And not obedient to his honest will,

What is she, but a fou! contending rebel,

And graceless traitor to her loving lord?

Pet. Why, there's a wench !-come on, and kiss me, Kate. We three are married, but you two are sped.

Kiss me, my Kate; and, since thou art become

So prudent, kind and dutiful a wife,

Petruchio here shall doff the lordly husband;

An honest mask, which I throw off with pleasure. [He kneels

and kisses her hand.]

And be our future lives one gentle stream

Of mutual love, compliance, and regard!

Kath. Nay, truly then, I am ashamed,

And look with blushes on my former self! [Makes him rise.

Why is it women will so simple be,

As offer war, where they should kneel for peace ;

Or seek for rule, supremacy, and sway,

When they are bound to honor, love, obey?

CURTAIN.