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Re-enter Biondello. How now,

what news? Bion, Sir, my Mistress sends


word That she is busy, and cannot come. Pet. How ? she's busy and cannot come, is that ax


answer ? Gre. Ay, and a kind one too : Pray God, Sir, your wife send you not a worfe.

Pet. I hope better.

Hor. Sirrah, Biondello, go and intreat my wife to come to me forthwith.

[Exit Biondello. Pet. On, ho ! intreat her! nay, then she needs muft Hor. I am afraid, Sir, do you what you can,

Enter Biondello,
Yours will not be intreated : now, where's my wife?

Bion. She says, you have some goodly jest in hand ; She will not come: she bids you come to her.

Pet. Worse and worse, she will not come !"
Oh vile, intolerable, not to be indur'd:
Sirrah, Grumio, go to your Mistress,
Say, I command her to come to me. [Exit Grumio.

Hor. I know her answer.
Pet. What?
Hor. She will not.
Pet. The fouler fortune mine, and there's an end.

Enter Catharina.
Bap. Now, by my hollidam, here comes Catharine !
Cath. What is your will, Sir, that you send for me?
Pet. Where is your Sister,' 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 husbands : Away, I say, and bring them hither straight.

[Exit Catharina, Luc. Here is a wonder, if you talk of a wonder. Hor. And so it is: I wonder, what it bodes.


Pet. Marry, peace it bodes, and love, and quiet lile,
And awful rule, and right supremacy :
And, to be short, what not, that's sweet and happy.

Bap. Now fair befal thee, good Petruchio!
The wager thou hast won; and I will add
Unto their losses twenty thousand crowns,
Another dowry to another Daughter;
For she 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 she comes, and brings your froward wives
As prisoners to her womanly persuafion :
Catharine, that Cap of yours becomes you not;
Of 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 such a filly pass,

Bian. Fy, 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 these headitrong

women, What duty they owe to their Lords and Husbands. Wid. Come, come, you're mocking; we will have no

Pet. Come on, I say, and firit begin with her.
Wid. She shall not.
Pet. I say, the shall: and first begin with her.

Cath. Fy ! fy! unknit that threatning unkind brow,
And dart not fcornful glances from those eyes,
To wound thy Lord, thy King, thy Governor.
It blots thy beauty, as frosts bite the meads ;
Confounds thy fame, as whirlwinds shake fair buds ;
And in no senfe is meet or amiable.
A woman mov'd is like a fountain troubled,


Muddy, ill-feeming, thick, bereft of beauty;
And while it is so, none fo dry or thirsty
Will dain to fip, or touch one drop of it.
Thy Husband is thy Lord, thy Life, thy Keeper,
Thy Head, thy Sovereign ; one that cares for thee,
And for thy maintenance: commits his body.
To painful labour both by sea and land;
To watch the night in forms, the day in cold,
While thou lyft warm at home, secure and safe,
And craves no other tribute at thy hands,
Bat love, fair looks, and true obedience ;
Too little payment for so great a debt.
Such duty as the Subject owes the Prince,
Even such a woman oweth to her husband :
And when she's froward, peevith fullen, fower,
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 so simple
To offer war were they should kneel for peace ;
Or seek for rule, fupremacy, and sway,
When they are bound to serve, love, and obey.
Why are our bodies, soft and weak and smooth,
Unapt to toil and trouble in the world,
But that our soft 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 reason haply more,
To bandy word for word, and frown for frown;
But, now. I see, our lances are but itraws,
Our strength as weak, our weakness past compare ;
That seeming to be most, which we indeed leaft are.
Then vale your stomachs, for it is no boot,
And place your

hands below


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. Well, go thy ways, old lad, for thou Malt ha’t.
Vin. 'Tis a good hearing, when children are toward.


Luc. But a harsh hearing, when women are froward.
Pet. Come, Kate, we'll to bed ;

We three are married, but you two are sped.
'Twas I won the wager, tho' 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 curft Shrew. Luc. 'Tis a wonder, by your leave, she will be tam'd so.

[Excunt omnes. Enter two servants bearing Sly in bis own apparel, and

leaving him on the Stage. Then enter a Tapfter. Sly awaking.) Sim, give's some more wine--what, all the Players gone ? am not 1 a Lord ?

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

Sly. Who's this? Tapiter! oh, I have had the bravel dream that ever thou heardst in all thy life.

Tap. Tea, marry, but thou had beff get thee home, for your Wife will course you for dreaming here all night. Sly. Will she? I know how to tame a Shrew.

I dreamt upon it all this night, and thou hast wak'd me out of the best dream that ever I had. But I'll to my Wife and teme ber too, if foe anger me. .

Ibe End of the Second Volume,


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