Come, Kate, we'll to bed.
We three are married, but you two are sped.
To LUCENTIO
'Twas I won the wager, though you hit the white;
And, being a winner, God give you good night!

Why, there's a wench! Come on, and kiss me, Kate.

I say she shall: and first begin with her.

Come on, I say; and first begin with her.

Katharina, I charge thee, tell these headstrong women
What duty they do owe their lords and husbands.

Nay, I will win my wager better yet
And show more sign of her obedience,
Her new-built virtue and obedience.
See where she comes and brings your froward wives
As prisoners to her womanly persuasion.
Re-enter KATHARINA, with BIANCA and Widow
Katharina, that cap of yours becomes you not:
Off ...

Marry, peace it bodes, and love and quiet life,
And awful rule and right supremacy;
And, to be short, what not, that's sweet and happy?

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.

Where is your sister, and Hortensio's wife?

The fouler fortune mine, and there an end.

What?

Worse and worse; she will not come! O vile,
Intolerable, not to be endured!
Sirrah Grumio, go to your mistress;
Say, I command her to come to me.

O, ho! entreat her!
Nay, then she must needs come.

I hope better.

How! she is busy and she cannot come!
Is that an answer?

A match! 'tis done.

Twenty crowns!
I'll venture so much of my hawk or hound,
But twenty times so much upon my wife.

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.

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.

A good swift simile, but something currish.

She hath prevented me. Here, Signior Tranio.
This bird you aim'd at, though you hit her not;
Therefore a health to all that shot and miss'd.

Nay, that you shall not: since you have begun,
Have at you for a bitter jest or two!

Spoke like an officer; ha' to thee, lad!

A hundred marks, my Kate does put her down.

To her, Kate!

Very well mended. Kiss him for that, good widow.

Conceives by me! How likes Hortensio that?

Roundly replied.

You are very sensible, and yet you miss my sense:
I mean, Hortensio is afeard of you.

Now, for my life, Hortensio fears his widow.

Padua affords nothing but what is kind.

Nothing but sit and sit, and eat and eat!

Is not this well? Come, my sweet Kate:
Better once than never, for never too late.

Why, then let's home again. Come, sirrah, let's away.

What, art thou ashamed of me?

First kiss me, Kate, and we will.

Prithee, Kate, let's stand aside and see the end of
this controversy.

To VINCENTIO Why, how now, gentleman! why, this
is flat knavery, to take upon you another man's name.

Nay, I told you your son was well beloved in Padua.
Do you hear, sir? To leave frivolous circumstances,
I pray you, tell Signior Lucentio that his father is
come from Pisa, and is here at the door to speak with him.

Sir, here's the door, this is Lucentio's house:
My father's bears more toward the market-place;
Thither must I, and here I leave you, sir.

Come, go along, and see the truth hereof;
For our first merriment hath made thee jealous.

Happily we met; the happier for thy son.
And now by law, as well as reverend age,
I may entitle thee my loving father:
The sister to my wife, this gentlewoman,
Thy son by this hath married. Wonder not,
Nor be grieved: she is of good esteem,
Her dowery wealthy ...

What is his name?

Do, good old grandsire; and withal make known
Which way thou travellest: if along with us,
We shall be joyful of thy company.

Why, how now, Kate! I hope thou art not mad:
This is a man, old, wrinkled, faded, wither'd,
And not a maiden, as thou say'st he is.

Well, forward, forward! thus the bowl should run,
And not unluckily against the bias.
But, soft! company is coming here.
Enter VINCENTIO
To VINCENTIO
Good morrow, gentle mistress: where away?
Tell me, sweet Kate, and tell me truly too,
Hast thou beheld a fresher gentlewoman?
Such war of white and ...

Nay, then you lie: it is the blessed sun.

I say it is the moon.

Now, by my mother's son, and that's myself,
It shall be moon, or star, or what I list,
Or ere I journey to your father's house.
Go on, and fetch our horses back again.
Evermore cross'd and cross'd; nothing but cross'd!

I say it is the moon that shines so bright.