Such a mad marriage [never] was before:

Hark, hark! [I hear] the minstrels [play.] [Music.

[Re-enter] [Petruchio, Katharina,] Bianca, Baptista, Hortensio,

[Grumio, and Train.]

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?