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Bian. His eyes and ears had felt these fingers e'er
He shou'd have moap'd me so..
Catb. Alas!


sists Pet. Catbarine, I charge thee tell this headstrong woman, What duty 'tis she owes her lord and husband.

Bian. Come, come, you're mocking, we will have no telling.

Pet, Come, on, I say.
Bian. She shall not.
Hort. Let us hear for both our sakes, good wife.
Pet. Catharine, begin.

Cath. Fie, fie, uniknit that threatning, unkind brow,
And dart'not scornful glances from those eyes;
To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor,
It blots thy beauty, as frost bite the meads,
Confounds thy fame, as whirlwinds shake fair buds,
And in no sense is meet or amiable.

Pet. Why, well said Kate.

Catb. A woman mov'd is like a fountain troubled,
Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty;
And while it is so, none so dry or thirsty
Will dain to sip, or touch a drop of it.

Bian. Sister, be quiet
Pet. Nay, learn thou that lesson- -On, on, I say,
Cath. Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper,
Thy head, thy sovereign: one that cares for thee,
And for thy maintainance : commits his body
To painful labour, both by sea and land,
To watch the ni ht in storms, the day in cold,
While thou ly’st warm at home, secure and safe;
And craves no other tribute at thy hands,
But love, fair looks, and true obedience;
Too little payment for so great a debt.

Bapt. Now fair befal thee, son Petrucbio,
The battle's won, and thou cans't keep the field.

Pet. Oh ! fear me not

Bapt. Then, my new gentle Catharine,
Go home with me along, and I will add
Another dowry to another daughter,
For thou are changed as thou hadst never been.
Pet. My fortune is sufficient. Her's my

Kiss me, my Kate ; and since thou art become
So prudent, kind, and dutiful a wife,


Petrucbio here shall doff the lordly husband;
An honest mask, which I throw off with pleasure.
Far hence all rudeness, wilfulness, and noise,
And be our future lives one gentle stream
Of mutual love, compliance, and regard.

Cath. Nay, then I'm all unworthy of thy love,
And look with blushes on my former self.
Pet. Good Kate, no more-this is beyond my hopes

[Goes forward with Catharine in bis band. Such duty as the subject owes the prince, Even such a woman oweth to her husband : And when she's froward, peevish, sullen, sower, And not obedient to his honest will; What is she but a foul contending rebel, And graceless traitor to her loving lord? How shameful 'tis when women are so simple To offer war where they should kneel for peace ; Or seek for rule, supremacy,


sway, Where bound to love, to honour and obey.


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