Luc. [At last], though long, our jarring notes agree:
And time it is, when raging war is [done],
To smile at scapes and perils overblown.
My fair Bianca, bid my father welcome,
While I with self-same kindness welcome thine.
Brother Petruchio, sister [Katharina],
And thou, Hortensio, with thy loving widow,
Feast with the [best], and welcome to my house:
My [banquet] is to close our stomachs up,
After our great good cheer. Pray you, sit down;