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Or ere I journey to your father’s house.—

Go on, and fetch our horses back again.—

Evermore cross’d and cross’d, nothing but cross’d!

Hor.

Say as he says, or we shall never go.

Kath.

Forward, I pray, since we have come so far,

And be it moon, or sun, or what you please;

And if you please to call it a rush-candle,

Henceforth I vow it shall be so for me.

Pet.

I say it is the moon.

Kath.

I know it is the moon.

Pet.

Nay then you lie; it is the blessed sun.

Kath.

Then God be blest, it [is] the blessed sun,

But sun it is not, when you say it is not;

And the moon changes even as your mind.

What you will have it nam’d, even that it is,

And so it shall be so for Katherine.

Hor.

Petruchio, go thy ways, the field is won.

Pet.

Well, forward, forward, thus the bowl should run,

And not unluckily against the bias.

But soft, company is coming here.

Enter Vincentio.

[To Vincentio.]

Good morrow, gentle mistress, where away?

Tell me, sweet Kate, and tell me truly too,

Hast thou beheld a fresher gentlewoman?