[Exit.]
BAPTISTA.
And I to sound the depth of this knavery.
[Exit.]
LUCENTIO.
Look not pale, Bianca; thy father will not frown.
[Exeunt Lucentio and Bianca.]
GREMIO.
My cake is dough, but I’ll in among the rest;
Out of hope of all but my share of the feast.
[Exit.]
Petruchio and Katherina advance.
KATHERINA.
Husband, let’s follow to see the end of this ado.
PETRUCHIO.
First kiss me, Kate, and we will.