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O, ho! entreat her!
I am afraid, sir, Do what you can, yours will not be entreated.
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.
Bap. Now, by my holidame, here comes Ka
send for me? 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.
An awful rule, and right supremacy ;
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
of yours becomes you not; Off with that bauble, throw it under foot.
[KATHARINA pulls off her cap, and throros
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: 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 bead
strong women 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.
Why are our bodies soft, and weak, and smooth,
husband's foot: In token of which duty, if he please, My hand is ready, may it do him ease. Pet. Why, there's a wench!--Come on, and kiss
me, Kate. Luc. Well, go thy ways, old lad; for thou shalt ha't. Vin. 'Tis a good hearing, when children are toward. Luc. But a harsh hearing, when women
froward Pet. Come, Kate, we'll to-bed :We three are married, but you two are sped. 'Twas I won the wager, though you hit the white;
[To LUCENTIO. And, being a winner, God give you good night!
[Exeunt Petruchio and Kath. 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.
2 Gentle tempers.
3 Abate your spirits.
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 spritely 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.
END OF VOLUME THIRD.
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