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Enter Catharina.

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Bap. Now, by my hollidam, here comes Catharine !
Gath. What is your will, Sir, that you send for me?
Pet. Where is your sister, and Hortensio's wife ?
Cath. They fit conferring by the parlour-fire.

Pet. Go fetch them hither; if they deny to come,
Swinge me them soundly 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 life,
And awful rule, and right supremacy :
And, to be short, what not that's sweet and happy.

Bay. Now fair befal thee, good Petruchio!

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 virtué and obedience.

Enter Catharina, Bianca, and Widow.
See, where she comes, and brings your froward wives
As prisoners to her womanly persuasion.
Catharine, that cap of your's 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 sigh,
Till I be brought to such a filly pass.

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 since fupper-time.

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

What duty they owe to their lords and husbands.
Wid. Come, come, you're mocking; we will have

no telling

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Pet. Come on, I say, and first begin with her.
Wid. She shall not.
Pet. I say, she shall; and first begin with her.

Cath. Fie! fie ! unknit that threat’ning unkind brow, And dart not scorpful 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 sense 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 so dry or thirsty “ Will dain to lip, 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 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. “ Such duty as the subject owes the prince, • Even such a woman oweth to her husband : s. And when she's froward, peevish, sullen, sour, " And not obedient to his honest will; “ What is the but a foul contending rebel, " And graceless traitor to her loving lord ? “ I am asham'd, that women are so simple “ To offer war where they should kneel for peace; “ Or feek for rule, supremacy, and sway, 66 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,
66 But that our soft conditions and our hearts
56. Should well agree with our external parts?”
Come, come, you froward and unable worms,
My mind hath been as big as one of your's,
My heart as great, my reason haply more,
To bandy word for word, and frown for frown;
But now I fee, our launces are but ftraws,


Our strength is weak, our weakness paft compare;
That seeming to be most, which we indeed leaft are *.
Enter two servants bearing Sly in his own apparel, and

leaving him on the stage. Then enter a Tapster.

Sly awaking.] Sim, give's some more wine-What, all the players gone ? am not la Lord ?

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

Sly. Who's this? Tapster! oh, I have had the braveft dream that ever thou

heardst in all thy life. Tap. Yea, marry, but thou hadst best 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 dream'd upon it all this night, and thou hast wak'd out of the best dream that ever I had. But I'll to my wife, and tame her too, if she anger me.

-indeed least are.
Then vale your Itomachs, 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 shalt 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 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 hast tam'd a curs'd frew, Luc. 'Tis a wonder, by your leave, she will be tam'd so.

[Exeunt omneso Enter, &c.

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The End of the SECOND VOLUME

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