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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.

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.

Petruchio

A good swift simile, but something currish.    

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