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Pet. Well, I fay, no; and therefore for affurance, Let's each one fend unto his wife, and he

Whofe wife is moft obedient to come firft,

When he doth fend for her, fhall win the wager.

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Cath. Mistress, how mean you that!

Wid. Thus I conceive by him.

Pet. Conceives by me, how likes Hortenfio that?

Hor. My widow fays, thus fhe conceives her tale.

Pet. Very well mended; kiss him for that, good widow.
Cath. He that is giddy, thinks the world turns round-

I pray you, tell me what you meant by that.

Wid. Your hufband, being troubled with a fhrew, Measures my husband's forrow by his woe.

And now you know my meaning.

Cath. A very mean meaning.

Wid. Right, I mean you.

Cath. And I am nrean, indeed, respecting you.

Pet. To her, Kate.

Hor. To her, widow.

Pet. A hundred marks, my Kate does put her down.

Hor. That's my office.

Pet. Spoke like an officer; ha' to thee, lad. [Drinks to Hortenfio.

Bap. How likes Gremio these quick-witted folks?

Gre. Believe me, sir, they butt heads together well.

Bian. Head and butt? an hafty-witted body

Would fay, your head and butt were head and horn.
Vin Ay, Mitress Bride, hath that awaken'd you?

Bian Ay, but not frighted me, therefore I'll fleep again.
Pet. Nay, that thou shalt not, fince you have begun :
Have at you for a better jest or two.

Bian. Am I your bird? I mean to fhift my bush:

And then purfue me, as you draw your bow.

You are welcome all.

[Exeunt Bianca, Catharine, and Widow.

Pet. She hath prevented me. Here, Signior Tranio,

This bird you aim'd at, tho' you hit it not;
Therefore a health to all that fhot and mifs'd.

Tra. Oh, Sir, Lucentio flipp'd me like his grey-hound,
Which runs himfelf, and catches for his master.

Pet. A good fwift fmile, but fomething currifa.
Tra. 'Tis well, Sir, that you hunted for yourself;
'Tis thought your dear does hold you at a bay.
Bap. Oh, oh, Petruchio, Tranio hits you now.
Luc. I thank thee for that gird, good Tranio.
Hor. Confeis, confefs, hath he not hit you
Pet. He has a little gail'd me, i confefs;
And as the jeft did glance away from me,
"Tis ten to one it maim'd you two outright.
Enter Baptifta, &c.

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I'll venture fo much on my hawk or hound,

Pet. Twenty crownз!

But twenty times fo much

upon my wife.

Luc. A hundred then.

Hor. Content.

Pet. A match; 'tis done.

Hor. Who fhall begin?

Luc. That will 1.

Go, Biondello, bid your miftrefs come to me.

Bion. I go.

Bap. Son, I'll be your half, Bianca comes.
Luc. I'll have no halves: I'll bear it all myself.

Re-enter Biondello.

How now, what news?

Bion. Sir, my mistress fends you word

That she is bufy, and cannot come.

[Exit.

Pet. How? he's bufy, and cannot come, is that an an. fwer?

Gre. Ay, and a kind one too:

Pray God, Sir, your wife fend you not a worse.

Pet. I hope better.

Hor. Sirrah, Biondello, go, and intreat my wife to

come to me forthwith.

[Exit Biondello.

Pet. Oh, oh! intreat her! nay, then the needs muft

come.

Hor. I am afraid, Sir, do you what you can,

Enter Biondello.

Yours will not be intreated. Now, where's my wife?
Bion. She fays, you have fome goodły jeft in hand;
She will not come: the bids you come to her.

Pet. Worfe and worfe, fhe will not come!
Oh vile, intolerable, not to be endur❜d.
Sirrah, Grumio, go to your mistress,
Say, I command her to come to me. !

Hor. I know her anfwer.

Pet. What?!

Hor. She will not.

[Exit Gru.

Pet. The fouler fortune mine, and there's an end.

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SCENE

SCENE V. Enter Catharina.

Bap. Now, by my holidame, here comes Catharine! Cath. What is your will, Sir, that you fend for me? Pet. Where is your fifter, and Hortenfio's wife? Cath. They fit conferring by the parlour-fire. Pet. Go fetch them hither; if they deny to come, Swinge me them foundly forth unto their hufbands; Away, I fay, and bring them hither straight.

[Exit Catharina.
Luc. Here is a wonder, if you talk of a wonder.
Hor. And fo it is: I wonder what it bodes.
Pet. Marry, peace it bodes, and love, and quiet life,
And awful rule, and right fupremacy:

And, to be fhort, what not that's sweet and happy-
Bap. Now fair befal thee, good Petruchio!
The wager thou haft won; and I will add
Unto their loffes twenty thousand crowns,
Another dowry to another daughter;
For fhe is chang'd as she had never been.
Pet. Nay, I will win my wager better yet,
And show more sign of her obedience,
Her new-built virtue and obedience.

Enter Catharina, Bianca, and Widow.

See, where he comes, and brings your froward wives
As prifoners to her womanly perfuafion.

Catharine, that cap of yours becomes you not; ›
Off with that bauble, throw it under foot.

[She pulls off her cap, and throws it down Wid. Lord, let me never have a cause to figh, Till I be brought to fuch a filly pals.

Bian Fie, what a foolish duty call you this?
Luc. I would your duty were as foolish too!

The wisdom of your duty, fair Bianca,

Coft me an hundred crowns fince fupper-time.

Bian. The more fool you, for laying on my duty.
Pet. Catharine, I charge thee, tell thefe headftrong

women,

What duty they owe to their lords and hufbands.

Wid. Come, come, you're mocking; we will have no

telling

Pet

Pet. Come on, I fay, and first begin with her.
Wid. She fhall not.

Pet. I fay, the fhall; and first begin with her.

Cath. Fie! fie unknit that threat'ning unkind brow, And dart not fcornful glances from those eyes, To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor. "It blots thy beauty, as frofts bite the meads; "Confounds thy fame, as whirlwinds shake fair budз; "And in no fenfe is meet or amiable.

"A woman mov'd is like a fountain troubled,
"Muddy, ill-feeming, thick, bereft of beauty;
"And while it is fo, none fo dry or thirsty
"Will daign to fip, or touch one fip of it.
"Thy hufband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper,
Thy head, thy fovereign; one that cares for thee,
"And for thy maintenance: commits his body
"To painful labour, both by fea and land;
"To watch the night in storms, the day in cold,
"While thou ly'ft warm at home, fecure and safe;
"And craves no other tribute at thy hands,
"But love, fair looks, and true obedience;
"Too little payment for fo great a debt.
"Such duty as the fubject owes the prince,
"Even such a woman oweth to her husband:
"And when she's froward, peevish, fullen, four,
"And not obedient to his honeft will;
"What is the but a foul contending rebel,
"And graceless traitor to her loving lord?
"I am afham'd, that women are fo fimple
"To offer war where they should kneel for peace;
"Or feek for rule, fupremacy, and sway,

"When they are bound to serve, love, and obey.
"Why are our bodies foft, and weak and smooth,
Unapt to toil and trouble in the world,

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"But that our foft conditions and our hearts
"Should well agree with our external parts?"
Come, come, you froward and unable worms,
My mind hath been as big as one of

yours,
My heart as great, my reafon haply more,
To bandy word for word, and frown for frown;
But now I fee, our launces are but straws,
Our strength is weak, our weakness past compare;

That

That seeming to be most, which we indeed least are *.

Enter two fervants bearing Sly in his own apparel, and leaving him on the flage. Then enter a Tapfter.

Sly awaking.] Sim, give's fame more wine What, all the players gone? am not I a Lord?

Tap. A Lord, with a murrain! come, art thou drunk fill?

Sly. Who's this? Tapfler! ob, I bave had the bravest dream that ever thou heardft in all thy life.

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Tap. Yea, marry, but thou hadst beft get thee home, for your wife will curfe you for dreaming here all night. Sly. Will be? I know how to tame a fhrew, dream'd upon it all this night, and thou haft wak'd me out of the best dream that ever I had.

and tame her too, if she anger me.

indeed leaft are.

But I'll to my wife,

Then vail your ftomachs, for it is no boot,
And place your hands below your husband's foot:
In token of which duty, if he please,

My hand is ready, may it do him ease.

Pet. Why, there's a wench: come on, and kiss me, Kate.
Luc. Why, go thy ways, old lad, for thou fhalt ha't.
Vin. 'Tis a good hearing, when children are toward.
Luc. But a harth hearing, when women are froward.
Pet. Come, Kate, we'll to bed;

We two are married, but you two are sped.
'Twas I won the wager, though you hit the white;
And being a winner, God give you good night.

[Exeunt Petruchio and Catharina. Hor. Now, go thy ways, thou haft tam'd a curs'd fhrew. Luc. 'Tis a wonder, by your leave, fhe will be tam'd fo.

[Exeunt omnes.

Enter, &c.

THE END OF THE SECOND VOLUME.

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