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A good swift simile, but something currish.
T RANIO
’Tis well, sir, that you hunted for yourself. [55]
’Tis thought your deer does hold you at a bay.
BAPT IST A
O, O, Petruchio! Tranio hits you now.
LUCENT IO
I thank thee for that gird, good Tranio.
HORT ENSIO
Confess, confess, hath he not hit you here?
PET RUCHIO
A has a little gall’d me, I confess; [60]
And as the jest did glance away from me,
’Tis ten to one it maim’d you two outright.
BAPT IST A
Now, in good sadness, son Petruchio,
I think thou hast the veriest shrew of all.
PET RUCHIO
Well, I say no. And therefore for assurance [65]
Let’s each one send unto his wife,
And he whose wife is most obedient,
To come at first when he doth send for her,
Shall win the wager which we will propose.
HORT ENSIO
Content. What’s the wager?
LUCENT IO
Twenty crowns. [70]
PET RUCHIO
Twenty crowns?
