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Bap. Now, by my hollidam, here comes Catharine !
Pet. Go fetch them hither; if they deny to come,
Pet. Marry, peace it bodes, and love, and quiet life,
Bay. Now fair befal thee, good Petruchio!
wager thou hast won; and I will add
Pet. Nay, I will win my wager better yet,
Enter Catharina, Bianca, and Widow.
[She pulls off her cap, and throws it down.
Bian. Fie, what a foolish duty call you this?
Luc. I would your duty were as foolish too !
Bian. The more fool you, for laying on my duty.
Pet. Come on, I say, 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,
Our strength is weak, our weakness paft compare;
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.
Pet. Why, there 's a wench: come on, and kiss me, Kate,
Pet. Come, Kate, we'll to bed ;
(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.
The End of the SECOND VOLUME