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HORTENSIO . Content . What ' s the wager ?
LUCENTIO . Twenty crowns .
PETRUCHIO . Twenty crowns ! I ' ll venture so much of my hawk or hound , But twenty times so much upon my wife .
LUCENTIO . A hundred then . HORTENSIO . Content . PETRUCHIO . A match ! ' tis done . HORTENSIO . Who shall begin ? LUCENTIO . That will I . Go , Biondello , bid your mistress come to me . BIONDELLO . I go . [ Exit .] BAPTISTA . Son , I ' ll be your half , Bianca comes . LUCENTIO . I ' ll have no halves ; I ' ll bear it all myself . [ Re-enter BIONDELLO .] How now ! what news ?
BIONDELLO . Sir , my mistress sends you word That she is busy and she cannot come .
PETRUCHIO . How ! She ' s busy , and she cannot come ! Is that an answer ?
GREMIO . Ay , and a kind one too : Pray God , sir , your wife send you not a worse .