Such a mad marriage [never] was before:
Hark, hark! [I hear] the minstrels [play.] [Music.
[Re-enter] [Petruchio, Katharina,] Bianca, Baptista, Hortensio,
Pet. Gentlemen and friends, I thank you for your pains:
I know you think to dine with me to-day,
And have prepared great store of wedding cheer;
But so it is, my haste doth call me hence,
And therefore here I mean to take my leave.
Bap. Is't possible you [will] away to-night?