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ACT V
Sc. II

Re-enter KATHARINA,

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KATH
Kath. What is your will, Sir, that you send for me?
Pet. Where is your sister and Hortensio's wife?
PET
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.

[Exit KATHARINA.
Luc. Here is a wonder, if you talk of wonders.
HOR. And so it is: I wonder what it bodes.
Pet. 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?
BAP. 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.
Per. Nay; I will win my wager better yet,

And shew 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.

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Re-enter KATHARINA, with BIANCA and Widow. Katharine, that

cap of your's becomes you not : : Off with that bauble, throw it under foot. WID. Lord, let me never have a cause to sigh,

Till I be brought to such a silly pass ! Bian. Fie, 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 headstrong

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women

What duty they do owe their lords and husbands.

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ACT V Wid. Come, come, you ’re mocking: we will have no
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PET. Come on,

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say: and first begin with her.
WID. She shall not.
Pet. I say she shall: and first begin with her.
KATH. 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,
While 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 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 your's,

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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 is weak, our weakness past compare,
Seeming that 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.
PET. Why, there's a wench! Come on, and kiss me,

Kate.
Luc. Well, go thy ways, old Lad; for thou shalt ha't. 180
Vin. 'Tis a good hearing when children are toward.
Luc. But a harsh hearing when women are froward.
Pet. 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!

[Exeunt PETRUCHIO and KATHARINA. Hor. Now go thy ways; thou hast tam'd a curst shrow. Luc. "Tis a wonder, by your leave, she will be tam'd so.

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