But the next moment in walked Katharine.
“What is your will, sir, that you send for me?”
“Where is your sister, and Hortensio’s wife?” asked Petruchio.
“They are sitting talking by the parlour fire.”
“Go, fetch them hither; if they refuse to come, beat them forth to their husbands. Away, I say, and bring them straight here.”
“Here is a wonder, if you talk of a wonder,” said Lucentio, as Katharine obediently departed.
“And so it is. I wonder what it bodes,” said Hortensio.
“Marry, peace it bodes, and love, and quiet life—in short, everything that is sweet and happy,” said Petruchio.
“Now, fair befall you, good Petruchio!” said Baptista. “You have won the wager, and I will add to it twenty thousand crowns—another dowry to another daughter, for Katharine is changed as if she had never been.”
“Nay,” said Petruchio, “I will win my wager better yet, and show more signs of her obedience. See where she comes and brings your froward wives as prisoners to her womanly persuasion.” Then, as Katharine entered with Bianca and Hortensio’s wife, he continued: “Katharine, that cap of yours does not become you; off with that bauble, throw it underfoot.”