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Whatever fortune stays him from his word.
Though he be blunt, I know him passing wise;
Though he be merry, yet withal he’s honest. [25]
KAT HERINA
Would Katherine had never seen him though.
Exit weeping [followed by Bianca and Attendants].
BAPT IST A
Go, girl, I cannot blame thee now to weep,
For such an injury would vex a saint,
Much more a shrew of thy impatient humour.
Enter Biondello.
BIONDELLO
Master, master, news! And such old news as [30] you never heard of.
BAPT IST A
Is it new and old too? How may that be?
BIONDELLO
Why, is it not news to hear of Petruchio’s coming?
BAPT IST A
Is he come? [35]
BIONDELLO
Why, no, sir.
BAPT IST A
What then?
BIONDELLO
He is coming.
BAPT IST A
When will he be here?
BIONDELLO
