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 my self
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 intreat you stay 'till after dinner.

Pet.
It may not be.

Gre.
Let me intreat you.

Pet.
It cannot be.

Kath.
Let me intreat you.

Pet.
I am content.

Kath.
Are you content to stay?

Pet.
I am content you shall intreat me stay;

But yet not stay, intreat me how you can.

Kath.
Now, if you love me, stay.

Pet.
Grumio, my horses.

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

Kath.
Nay then
Do what thou canst, I will not go to-day;
No, nor to-morrow, nor 'till I please my self:
The door is open, Sir, there lyes your way,
You may be jogging while your boots are green,
For me, I'll not go, 'till I please my self:
'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.

Kath.
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.

Kath.
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 your selves;
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. [Exe. Pet. and Kath.

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 her self, 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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