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LUCENTIO . At last , though long , our jarring notes agree : And time it is when raging war is done , To smile at ' scapes and perils overblown . My fair Bianca , bid my father welcome , While I with self-same kindness welcome thine . Brother Petruchio , sister Katherina , And thou , Hortensio , with thy loving widow , Feast with the best , and welcome to my house : My banquet is to close our stomachs up , After our great good cheer . Pray you , sit down ; For now we sit to chat as well as eat .
[ They sit at table .] PETRUCHIO . Nothing but sit and sit , and eat and eat ! BAPTISTA . Padua affords this kindness , son Petruchio . PETRUCHIO . Padua affords nothing but what is kind . HORTENSIO . For both our sakes I would that word were true . PETRUCHIO . Now , for my life , Hortensio fears his widow . WIDOW . Then never trust me if I be afeard .
PETRUCHIO . You are very sensible , and yet you miss my sense : I mean Hortensio is afeard of you .
WIDOW . He that is giddy thinks the world turns round . PETRUCHIO . Roundly replied . KATHERINA . Mistress , how mean you that ? WIDOW . Thus I conceive by him . PETRUCHIO . Conceives by me ! How likes Hortensio that ? HORTENSIO . My widow says thus she conceives her tale .