[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 will sir, that you send for me?
PETRUCHIO.
Where is your sister, and Hortensio’s wife?
KATHERINA.
They sit conferring by the parlour fire.