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PETRUCHIO. I hope, better.
HORTENSIO. Sirrah Biondello, go and entreat my wife To come to me forthwith.
[ Exit BIONDELLO.] PETRUCHIO. O, ho! entreat her! Nay, then she must needs come.
HORTENSIO. I am afraid, sir, Do what you can, yours will not be entreated.
[ Re-enter BIONDELLO.] Now, where ' s my wife?
BIONDELLO. She says you have some goodly jest in hand: She will not come; she bids you come to her.
PETRUCHIO. Worse and worse; she will not come! O vile, Intolerable, not to be endur ' d! Sirrah Grumio, go to your mistress; say, I command her come to me.
[ Exit GRUMIO.] HORTENSIO. I know her answer. PETRUCHIO. What? HORTENSIO. She will not. PETRUCHIO. The fouler fortune mine, and there an end. [ Re-enter KATHERINA.] BAPTISTA. Now, by my holidame, here comes Katherina! KATHERINA. What is your sir, that you send for me?