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. Flor. t 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. 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. Bian Ay, but not frighted me, therefore I'll fleep again. 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; Tra. Oh, Sir, Lucentio flipp'd me like his grey-hound, Pet. A good fwift fmile, but fomething currifa. there? 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. 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? Pet. Worfe and worfe, fhe will not come! Hor. I know her anfwer. Pet. What?! Hor. She will not. [Exit Gru. Pet. The fouler fortune mine, and there's an end. 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. And, to be fhort, what not that's sweet and happy- Enter Catharina, Bianca, and Widow. See, where he comes, and brings your froward wives Catharine, that cap of yours becomes you not; › [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? 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. 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. 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, "When they are bound to serve, love, and obey. "But that our foft conditions and our hearts yours, 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. I 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, My hand is ready, may it do him ease. Pet. Why, there's a wench: come on, and kiss me, Kate. We two are married, but you two are sped. [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. |