PETRUCHIO.
Why, there’s a wench! Come on, and kiss me, Kate.
LUCENTIO.
Well, go thy ways, old lad, for thou shalt ha’t.
VINCENTIO.
’Tis a good hearing when children are toward.
LUCENTIO.
But a harsh hearing when women are froward.
PETRUCHIO.
Come, Kate, we’ll to bed.
We three are married, but you two are sped.
’Twas I won the wager,
[To Lucentio.] though you hit the white;
And being a winner, God give you good night!
[Exeunt Petruchio and Katherina.]
HORTENSIO.
Now go thy ways; thou hast tam’d a curst shrew.
LUCENTIO.
’Tis a wonder, by your leave, she will be tam’d so.
[Exeunt.]