Enter Petrucio, Angelia, and Gasparo.
Pet. Room for the duke's kindred.
Lio. What, you are married, I perceive.
Pet. I am, royal brother.
Lio. Then, for your better learning in our service,
Take these instructions. Never hereafter
Contemn a man that has more wit than yourself,
Or foolishly conceive no lady's merit
Or beauty worthy your affection.
Pet. How's this?
Lio. Truth, my most honour'd brother, you are gull'd;
So is my reverend uncle the Antiquary;
So are you all. For he that you conceiv'd
The duke, is your friend and Lionel;
Look you else.
Pet. 'Tis so.
Gas. 'Tis too apparent true.
Lio. What, all drunk! Speak, uncle.