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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.