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PETRUCHIO . Where is your sister , and Hortensio ' s wife ?
KATHERINA . They sit conferring by the parlour fire .
PETRUCHIO . Go , fetch them hither ; if they deny to come , Swinge me them soundly forth unto their husbands . Away , I say , and bring them hither straight .
[ Exit KATHERINA .] LUCENTIO . Here is a wonder , if you talk of a wonder . HORTENSIO . And so it is . I wonder what it bodes .
PETRUCHIO . Marry , peace it bodes , and love , and quiet life , An awful rule , and right supremacy ; And , to be short , what not that ' s sweet and happy .
BAPTISTA . Now fair befall thee , good Petruchio ! The wager thou hast won ; and I will add Unto their losses twenty thousand crowns ; Another dowry to another daughter , For she is chang ' d , as she had never been .
PETRUCHIO . Nay , I will win my wager better yet , And show more sign of her obedience , Her new-built virtue and obedience . See where she comes , and brings your froward wives As prisoners to her womanly persuasion .
[ Re-enter KATHERINA with BIANCA and WIDOW .]
Katherine , that cap of yours becomes you not : Off with that bauble , throw it underfoot .
[ KATHERINA pulls off her cap and throws it down .]
WIDOW . Lord , let me never have a cause to sigh Till I be brought to such a silly pass !