'Twas I won the wager, though you hit the white; [To LUCENTIO.

And, being a winner, God give you good night!

[Exeunt PETRUCHIO and KATH. Hor. Now go thy ways, thou hast tam'd a curst shrew. Luc. 'Tis a wonder, by your leave, she will be tam'd

So.

[Exeunt.

END OF VOL IV.

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