Bian. Ay, but not frighted me; therefore I'll sleep again.
Pet. Nay, that you shall not: since you have begun,
Have at you for a [bitter] jest or [two]!
Bian. Am I your bird? I mean to shift my bush;
And then pursue me as you draw [your] bow.
You are welcome all.
[[Exeunt Bianca, Katharina, and Widow].
Pet. She hath prevented me. Here, Signior Tranio,
This bird you aim'd at, though you hit [her] not;
Therefore a health to all that shot and miss'd.