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Bian. His eyes and ears had felt these fingers e'er
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.
Cath. Fie, fie, uniknit that threatning, unkind brow,
Pet. Why, well said Kate.
Catb. A woman mov'd is like a fountain troubled,
Bian. Sister, be quiet
Bapt. Now fair befal thee, son Petrucbio,
Pet. Oh ! fear me not
Bapt. Then, my new gentle Catharine,
Petrucbio here shall doff the lordly husband;
Cath. Nay, then I'm all unworthy of thy love,
[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.
THE END OF VOLUME FIRST.