Content. What's the wager?
I'll venture so much of my hawk or hound,
But twenty times so much upon my wife.
A hundred then.
A match! 'tis done.
Who shall begin?
That will I.
Go, Biondello, bid your mistress come to me.
Son, I'll be your half, Bianca comes.
I'll have no halves; I'll bear it all myself.
How now! what news?
Sir, my mistress sends you word
That she is busy and she cannot come.
How! She's busy, and she cannot come!
Is that an answer?
Ay, and a kind one too:
Pray God, sir, your wife send you not a worse.
I hope, better.
Sirrah Biondello, go and entreat my wife
To come to me forthwith.
O, ho! entreat her!
Nay, then she must needs come.
I am afraid, sir,
Do what you can, yours will not be entreated.
Now, where's my wife?
She says you have some goodly jest in hand:
She will not come; she bids you come to her.
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.
I know her answer.
She will not.
The fouler fortune mine, and there an end.
Now, by my holidame, here comes Katherina!
What is your sir, that you send for me?
Where is your sister, and Hortensio's wife?
They sit conferring by the parlour fire.
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.
Here is a wonder, if you talk of a wonder.
And so it is. I wonder what it bodes.
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.
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.
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.]
Lord, let me never have a cause to sigh
Till I be brought to such a silly pass!
Fie! what a foolish duty call you this?
I would your duty were as foolish too;
The wisdom of your duty, fair Bianca,
Hath cost me a hundred crowns since supper-time!
The more fool you for laying on my duty.
Katherine, I charge thee, tell these headstrong women
What duty they do owe their lords and husbands.
Come, come, you're mocking; we will have no telling.
Come on, I say; and first begin with her.
She shall not.
I say she shall: and first begin with her.