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Act V, Scene 2
1Padua. Lucentio’s house.
2Enter Baptista, Vincentio, Gremio, the Pedant, Lucentio, Bianca, Petruchio, Katharina, Hortensio, and Widow, Tranio, Biondello, and Grumio: the Serving-men with Tranio bringing in a banquet.
3LucentioAt last, though long, our jarring notes agree:
And time it is, when raging war is done,
To smile at scapes and perils overblown.
My fair Bianca, bid my father welcome,
While I with self-same kindness welcome thine.
Brother Petruchio, sister Katharina,
And thou, Hortensio, with thy loving widow,
Feast with the best, and welcome to my house:
My banquet is to close our stomachs up,
After our great good cheer. Pray you, sit down;
For now we sit to chat as well as eat.
4PetruchioNothing but sit and sit, and eat and eat!
5BaptistaPadua affords this kindness, son Petruchio.
6PetruchioPadua affords nothing but what is kind.
7HortensioFor both our sakes, I would that word were true.
8PetruchioNow, for my life, Hortensio fears his widow.
9WidowThen never trust me, if I be afeard.
10PetruchioYou are very sensible, and yet you miss my sense:
I mean, Hortensio is afeard of you.
11WidowHe that is giddy thinks the world turns round.
12PetruchioRoundly replied.
13KatharinaMistress, how mean you that?
14WidowThus I conceive by him.
15PetruchioConceives by me! How likes Hortensio that?
16HortensioMy widow says, thus she conceives her tale.
17PetruchioVery well mended. Kiss him for that, good widow.
18Katharina“He that is giddy thinks the world turns round:”
I pray you, tell me what you meant by that.
19WidowYour husband, being troubled with a shrew,
Measures my husband’s sorrow by his woe:
And now you know my meaning,
20KatharinaA very mean meaning.
21WidowRight, I mean you.
22KatharinaAnd I am mean indeed, respecting you.
23PetruchioTo her, Kate!
24HortensioTo her, widow!
25PetruchioA hundred marks, my Kate does put her down.
26HortensioThat’s my office.
27PetruchioSpoke like an officer: ha’ to thee, lad! Drinks to Hortensio.
28BaptistaHow likes Gremio these quick-witted folks?
29GremioBelieve me, sir, they butt together well.
30BiancaHead, and butt! an hasty-witted body
Would say your head and butt were head and horn.
31VincentioAy, mistress bride, hath that awaken’d you?
32BiancaAy, but not frighted me; therefore I’ll sleep again.
33PetruchioNay, that you shall not: since you have begun,
Have at you for a bitter jest or two!
34BiancaAm I your bird? I mean to shift my bush;
And then pursue me as you draw your bow.
You are welcome all. Exeunt Bianca, Katharina, and Widow.
35PetruchioShe 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.
36TranioO, sir, Lucentio slipp’d me like his greyhound,
Which runs himself and catches for his master.
37PetruchioA good swift simile, but something currish.
38Tranio’Tis well, sir, that you hunted for yourself:
’Tis thought your deer does hold you at a bay.
39BaptistaO ho, Petruchio! Tranio hits you now.
40LucentioI thank thee for that gird, good Tranio.
41HortensioConfess, confess, hath he not hit you here?
42PetruchioA’ 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.
43BaptistaNow, in good sadness, son Petruchio,
I think thou hast the veriest shrew of all.
44PetruchioWell, 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.
45HortensioContent. What is the wager?
46LucentioTwenty crowns.
47PetruchioTwenty crowns!
I’ll venture so much of my hawk or hound,
But twenty times so much upon my wife.
48LucentioA hundred then.
49HortensioContent.
50PetruchioA match! ’tis done.
51HortensioWho shall begin?
52LucentioThat will I.
Go, Biondello, bid your mistress come to me.
53BiondelloI go. Exit.
54BaptistaSon, I’ll be your half, Bianca comes.
55LucentioI’ll have no halves; I’ll bear it all myself.
56Reenter Biondello.
57How now! what news?
58BiondelloSir, my mistress sends you word
That she is busy and she cannot come.
59PetruchioHow! she is busy and she cannot come!
Is that an answer?
60GremioAy, and a kind one too:
Pray God, sir, your wife send you not a worse.
61PetruchioI hope, better.
62HortensioSirrah Biondello, go and entreat my wife
To come to me forthwith. Exit Biondello.
63PetruchioO, ho! entreat her!
Nay, then she must needs come.
64HortensioI am afraid, sir,
Do what you can, yours will not be entreated.
65Reenter Biondello.
66Now, where’s my wife?
67BiondelloShe says you have some goodly jest in hand:
She will not come; she bids you come to her.
68PetruchioWorse 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. Exit Grumio.
69HortensioI know her answer.
70PetruchioWhat?
71HortensioShe will not.
72PetruchioThe fouler fortune mine, and there an end.
73BaptistaNow, by my holidame, here comes Katharina!
74Reenter Katharina.
75KatharinaWhat is your will, sir, that you send for me?
76PetruchioWhere is your sister, and Hortensio’s wife?
77KatharinaThey sit conferring by the parlour fire.
78PetruchioGo 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 Katharina.
79LucentioHere is a wonder, if you talk of a wonder.
80HortensioAnd so it is: I wonder what it bodes.
81PetruchioMarry, 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?
82BaptistaNow, 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 changed, as she had never been.
83PetruchioNay, 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.
84Reenter Katharina, with Bianca and Widow.
85Katharina, that cap of yours becomes you not:
Off with that bauble, throw it under-foot.
86WidowLord, let me never have a cause to sigh,
Till I be brought to such a silly pass!
87BiancaFie! what a foolish duty call you this?
88LucentioI would your duty were as foolish too:
The wisdom of your duty, fair Bianca,
Hath cost me an hundred crowns since supper-time.
89BiancaThe more fool you, for laying on my duty.
90PetruchioKatharina, I charge thee, tell these headstrong women
What duty they do owe their lords and husbands.
91WidowCome, come, you’re mocking: we will have no telling.
92PetruchioCome on, I say; and first begin with her.
93WidowShe shall not.
94PetruchioI say she shall: and first begin with her.
95KatharinaFie, fie! unknit that threatening 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 moved 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.
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 labour 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.
Such duty as the subject owes the prince
Even such a woman oweth to her husband;
And when she is froward, peevish, sullen, sour,
And not obedient to his honest will,
What is she but a foul contending rebel
And graceless traitor to her loving lord?
I am ashamed that women are so simple
To offer war where they should kneel for peace,
Or seek for rule, supremacy and sway,
When they are bound to serve, love and obey.
Why are our bodies soft and weak and smooth,
Unapt to toil and trouble in the world,
But that our soft conditions and our hearts
Should well agree with our external parts?
Come, come, you froward and unable worms!
My mind hath been as big as one of yours,
My heart as great, my reason haply more,
To bandy word for word and frown for frown;
But now I see our lances are but straws,
Our strength as weak, our weakness past compare,
That seeming to be most which we indeed least are.
Then vail your stomachs, for it is no boot,
And place your hands below your husband’s foot:
In token of which duty, if he please,
My hand is ready; may it do him ease.
96PetruchioWhy, there’s a wench! Come on, and kiss me, Kate.
97LucentioWell, go thy ways, old lad; for thou shalt ha’t.
98Vincentio’Tis a good hearing when children are toward.
99LucentioBut a harsh hearing when women are froward.
100PetruchioCome, 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! Exeunt Petruchio and Katharina.
101HortensioNow, go thy ways; thou hast tamed a curst shrew.
102Lucentio’Tis a wonder, by your leave, she will be tamed so. Exeunt.