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GREMIO Exit Biondello.
Exit [Grumio].
Ay, and a kind one too.
Pray God, sir, your wife send you not a worse.

PET RUCHIO

I hope better. [85]

HORT ENSIO

Sirrah Biondello, go and entreat my wife
To come to me forthwith.

PET RUCHIO

O ho, entreat her!
Nay, then she must needs come.

HORT ENSIO

I am afraid, sir,
Do what you can, yours will not be entreated.

Enter Biondello.
Now, where’s my wife? [90]

BIONDELLO

She says you have some goodly jest in hand.
She will not come. She bids you come to her.

PET RUCHIO

Worse and worse, she will not come! O vile,
Intolerable, not to be endur’d!
Sirrah Grumio, go to your mistress, [95]
Say I command her come to me.

HORT ENSIO

I know her answer.

PET RUCHIO

What?

HORT ENSIO