Kath. Then, God be bless'd, it [is] the blessed sun:

But sun it is not, when you say it is not;

And the moon changes even as your mind.

What you will have it named, even that it is;

And [so it shall be so] for Katharine.

Hor. Petruchio, go thy ways; the field is won.

Pet. Well, forward, forward! thus the bowl [should] run,

And not unluckily against the bias.

But, soft! [company] is coming here.

[Enter Vincentio.]