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Petruchio

Not I, believe me, thus I'll visit her.    

Baptista

But thus, I trust, you will not marry her.

Petruchio

Good sooth, even thus. Therefore ha' done with words;    
To me she's married, not unto my clothes.
Could I repair what she will wear in me,        
As I can change these poor accoutrements,
'Twere well for Kate and better for myself.        
But what a fool am I to chat with you,
When I should bid good morrow to my bride,    
And seal the title with a lovely kiss!

Katherina

Now must the world point at poor Katherine
And say, 'Lo, there is mad Petruchio's wife,
If it would please him come and marry her.’    

Tranio-as-Lucentio

Patience, good Katherine, and Baptista too.
Upon my life, Petruchio means but well,
Whatever fortune stays him from his word.    
Though he be blunt, I know him passing wise;    
Though he be merry, yet withal he's honest.    

Lucentio

But a harsh hearing when women are froward.    

Petruchio

Come, Kate, we'll to bed.
[To others]
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!    
[Exit Petruchio and Katherina]

Hortensio

Now, go thy ways; thou hast tamed a curst shrew.

Bianca

Am I your bird? I mean to shift my bush,
And then pursue me as you draw your bow.    
You are welcome all.    
[Exit Bianca, Katherina, and Widow]

Petruchio

She hath prevented me here, Signor Tranio,        
This bird you aimed at though you hit her not.    
Therefore a health to all that shot and missed.    

Tranio

O, sir, Lucentio slipped me like his greyhound,    
Which runs himself and catches for his master.

Petruchio

A good swift simile, but something currish.    

Tranio

'Tis well, sir, that you hunted for yourself,
'Tis thought your deer does hold you at a bay.    

Petruchio

Nay, that you shall not. Since you have begun,   
Have at you for a better jest or two.    

Bianca

Am I your bird? I mean to shift my bush,
And then pursue me as you draw your bow.    
You are welcome all.    
[Exit Bianca, Katherina, and Widow]

Petruchio

She hath prevented me here, Signor Tranio,        
This bird you aimed at though you hit her not.    
Therefore a health to all that shot and missed.    

Tranio

O, sir, Lucentio slipped me like his greyhound,    
Which runs himself and catches for his master.

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