_Pet._ A good swift simile, but something currish.
_Tra._ 'Tis well, sir, that you hunted for yourself: 55 'Tis thought your deer does hold you at a bay.
_Bap._ O ho, Petruchio! Tranio hits you now.
_Luc._ I thank thee for that gird, good Tranio.
_Hor._ Confess, confess, hath he not hit you here?
_Pet._ A' has a little gall'd me, I confess; 60 And, as the jest did glance away from me, 'Tis ten to one it maim'd you two outright.
_Bap._ Now, in good sadness, son Petruchio, I think thou hast the veriest shrew of all.
_Pet._ Well, I say no: and therefore for assurance 65 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.
_Pet._ Twenty crowns! I'll venture so much of my hawk or hound, But twenty times so much upon my wife.
_Luc._ That will I. 75 Go, Biondello, bid your mistress come to me.
_Bap._ Son, I'll be your half, Bianca comes.
_Luc._ I'll have no halves; I'll bear it all myself.
_Bion._ Sir, my mistress sends you word 80 That she is busy, and she cannot come.
_Pet._ How! she is busy, and she cannot come! Is that an answer?
_Gre._ Ay, and a kind one too: Pray God, sir, your wife send you not a worse.
_Hor._ Sirrah Biondello, go and entreat my wife To come to me forthwith. [_Exit Biondello._
_Pet._ O, ho! entreat her! Nay, then she must needs come.
_Hor._ I am afraid, sir, Do what you can, yours will not be entreated.
_Bion._ She says you have some goodly jest in hand: She will not come; she bids you come to her.
_Pet._ Worse and worse; she will not come! O vile, Intolerable, not to be endured! Sirrah Grumio, go to your mistress; 95 Say, I command her come to me. [_Exit Grumio._
_Pet._ The fouler fortune mine, and there an end.
_Bap._ Now, by my holidame, here comes Katharina!
_Kath._ What is your will, sir, that you send for me? 100
_Pet._ Where is your sister, and Hortensio's wife?
_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. 105 [_Exit Katharina._
_Luc._ Here is a wonder, if you talk of a wonder.
_Hor._ And so it is: I wonder what it bodes.