And so farewell, Signior Lucentio.
Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks,
Shall win my love: and [so] I take my leave,
In resolution as I swore before. [Exit.
[Tra.] Mistress Bianca, bless you with such grace
As ['longeth] to a lover's blessed case!
Nay, I have ta'en you napping, gentle love,
And have forsworn you with Hortensio.
Bian. Tranio, you jest: but have you both forsworn me?
Tra. Mistress, we have.