Pet.
Gentlemen and friends, I thank you for your pains;
I know, you think to dine with me to day,
And have prepar'd great store of wedding cheer;
But so it is, my haste doth call me hence;
And therefore here I mean to take my leave.

Bap.
Is't possible, you will away to night?

Pet.
I must away to day, before night come.
Make it no wonder; if you knew my business,
You would entreat me rather go than stay.
And, honest Company, I thank you all,
That have beheld me give away myself
To this most patient, sweet and virtuous wife.
Dine with my father, drink a health to me,
For I must hence, and farewel to you all.

Tra.
Let us entreat you stay 'till after dinner.

Pet.
It may not be.

Gre.
Let me intreat you.

Pet.
It cannot be.

Cath.
Let me intreat you.

Pet.
I am content—

Cath.
Are you content to stay?

Pet.
I am content you shall intreat me, stay;
But yet not stay, intreat me how you can.

Cath.
Now, if you love me, stay.

Pet.
Grumio, my horses.

Gru.

Ay, Sir, they be ready; the oats have eaten the horses.

Cath.
Nay, then,
Do what thou canst, I will not go to day;
No, nor to morrow, nor 'till I please myself:
The door is open, Sir, there lies your way,
You may be jogging, while your boots are green;
For me, I'll not go, 'till I please myself:
'Tis like, you'll prove a jolly surly groom,
That take it on you at the first so roundly.

Pet.
O, Kate, content thee, pr'ythee, be not angry.

Cath.
I will be angry; what hast thou to do?
Father, be quiet; he shall stay my leisure.

Gre.
Ay, marry, Sir; now it begins to work.

Cath.
Gentlemen, forward to the bridal dinner.
I see, a woman may be made a fool,
If she had not a spirit to resist.

Pet.
They shall go forward, Kate, at thy command.
Obey the Bride, you that attend on her:
Go to the feast, revel and domineer;
Carowse full measure to her maiden-head;
Be mad and merry, or go hang yourselves;
But for my bonny Kate, she must with me.
Nay, look not big, nor stamp, nor stare, nor fret,
I will be master of what is mine own;
She is my goods, my chattels, she is my house,
My houshold-stuff, my field, my barn,
My horse, my ox, my ass, my any thing;
And here she stands, touch her who ever dare.
I'll bring my action on the proudest he,
That stops my way in Padua: Grumio,
Draw forth thy weapon; we're beset with thieves;
Rescue thy mistress, if thou be a man:
Fear not, sweet wench, they shall not touch thee, Kate;
I'll buckler thee against a million. [Exeunt Pet. and Cath.

Bap.
Nay, let them go, a couple of quiet ones.

Gre.
Went they not quickly, I should die with laughing.

Tra.
Of all mad matches, never was the like.

Luc.
Mistress, what's your opinion of your Sister?

Bian.
That, being mad herself, she's madly mated.

Gre.
I warrant him, Petruchio is Kated.

Bap.
Neighbours and Friends, tho' Bride and Bridegroom want
For to supply the places at the table;
You know, there wants no junkets at the feast;
Lucentio, you supply the Bridegroom's place;
And let Bianca take her Sister's room.

Tra.
Shall sweet Bianca practise how to bride it?

Bap.
She shall, Lucentio: Gentlemen, let's go. [Exeunt.

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