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Now, by my holidame, here comes Katherina!

       KATHERINA.

       What is your sir, that you send for me?

       PETRUCHIO.

       Where is your sister, and Hortensio’s wife?

       KATHERINA.

       They sit conferring by the parlour fire.

       PETRUCHIO.

       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 KATHERINA.]

       LUCENTIO.

       Here is a wonder, if you talk of a wonder.

       HORTENSIO.

       And so it is. I wonder what it bodes.

       PETRUCHIO.

       Marry, peace it bodes, and love, and quiet life,

       An awful rule, and right supremacy;

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

       BAPTISTA.

       Now 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.

       PETRUCHIO.

       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 KATHERINA with BIANCA and WIDOW.]

       Katherine, that cap of yours becomes you not:

       Off with that bauble, throw it underfoot.

       [KATHERINA pulls off her cap and throws it down.]

       WIDOW.

       Lord, let me never have a cause to sigh

       Till I be brought to such a silly pass!

       BIANCA.

       Fie! what a foolish duty call you this?

       LUCENTIO.

       I would your duty were as foolish too;

       The wisdom of your duty, fair Bianca,

       Hath cost me a hundred crowns since suppertime!

       BIANCA.

       The more fool you for laying on my duty.

       PETRUCHIO.

       Katherine, I charge thee, tell these headstrong women

       What duty they do owe their lords and husbands.

       WIDOW.

       Come, come, you’re mocking; we will have no telling.

       PETRUCHIO.

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

       WIDOW.

       She shall not.

       PETRUCHIO.

       I say she shall: and first begin with her.

       KATHERINA.

       Fie, 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 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.

       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 asham’d 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 toll 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.

       PETRUCHIO.

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

       LUCENTIO.

       Well, go thy ways, old lad, for thou shalt ha’t.

       VINCENTIO.

       ‘Tis a good hearing when children are toward.

       LUCENTIO.

       But a harsh hearing when women are froward.

       PETRUCHIO.

       Come, Kate, we’ll to bed.

       We three are married, but you two are sped.

       ‘Twas I won the wager,

       [To LUCENTIO.] though you hit the white;

       And being a winner, God give you good night!

       [Exeunt PETRUCHIO and KATHERINA.]

       HORTENSIO.

       Now go thy ways; thou hast tam’d a curst shrew.

       LUCENTIO.

       ‘Tis a wonder, by your leave, she will be tam’d so.

       [Exeunt.]

       THE END

      THE TEMPEST

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