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Tra. 'Tis well, Sir, that you hunted for your felf: 'Tis thought, your deer does hold you at a bay.
Bap. Oh, oh, Petruchio, Tranio hits you now. Luc. I thank thee for that gird, good Tranio. Hor. Confefs, confefs, hath he not hit you there? Pet. He has a little gall'd me, I confefs; And as the jeft did glance away from me, 'Tis ten to one it maim'd you two outright.
Bap. Now, in good sadness, Son Petruchio, I think, thou haft the verieft Shrew of all.
Pet. Well, I fay, no; and therefore for affurance, Let's each one fend unto his Wife, and he Whose Wife is most obedient to come first, When he doth fend for her, fhall win the wager. Hor. Content; -------what wager?
Luc. Twenty crowns.
Pet. Twenty crowns!
I'll venture fo much on my hawk or hound,
Pet. A match, 'tis done.
Hor. Who fhall begin?
Go, Biondello, bid your mistress come to me.
Bap. Son, I'll be your half, Bianca comes.
How now, what news?
Bion. Sir my Mistress fends you word
That she is bufie, and cannot come
Pet. How? fhe's bufie and cannot come, is that an anfwer?
Gre. Ay, and a kind one too :
Pray God, Sir, your wife send you not a worse.
Pet. I hope better.
Hor. Sirrah, Biondello, go and intreat my wife to come to me forthwith. [Exit Biondello. Pet. Oh, oh! intreat her! nay, then she needs must
Hor. I am afraid, Sir, do you what you can,
Yours will not be intreated: now, where's my wife? Bion. She fays, you have fome goodly jeft in hand; She will not come the bids you come to her.
Pet. Worfe and worfe, fhe will not come!
Hor. She will not.
Pet. The fouler fortune mine, and there's an end.
Bap. Now, by my hollidam, here comes Catharine! Cath. What is your will, Sir, that you fend for me? Pet. Where is your Sifter, 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 fay, and bring them hither ftraight.
Luc. Here is a wonder, if you talk of a wonder.
Pet. Marry, peace it boads, and love, and quiet life, And awful rule, and right fupremacy : And, to be fhort, what not, that's fweet and happy. Bap. Now fair befal thee, good Petruchio!
The wager thou haft won; and I will add
Enter Catharina, Bianca and Widow.
[She pulls off her cap, and throws it down. Wid. Lord, let me never have a caufe to figh, 'Till I be brought to fuch a filly pafs.
Bian. Fie, what a foolish duty call
Bian. The more fool you, for laying on my duty.
What duty they owe to their Lords and Husbands.
Pet. Come on, I say, and first begin with her.
Pet. I fay, the fhall; and first begin with her. Cath. Fie! fie! unknit that threatning unkind brow, And dart not fcornful glances from thole eyes, To wound thy Lord, thy King, thy Governor. "It blots thy beauty, as frofts bite the meads; "Confounds thy fame, as whirlwinds shake fair buds ; "And in no fenfe is meet or amiable.
"A Woman mov'd is like a fountain troubled,
"And while it is fo, 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 fea and land; "To watch the night in storms, the day in cold, "While thou ly'ft warm at home, fecure and fafe, "And craves no other tribute at thy hands, "But love, fair looks, and true obedience; "Too little payment for fo great a debt. "Such duty as the Subject owes the Prince, "Even fuch a woman oweth to her husband: "And when she's froward, peevish, 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 fimple "To offer war where they fhould kneel for peace; "Or feek for rule, fupremacy, and fway, "When they are bound to serve, love, and obey. "Why are our bodies foft, and weak and smooth, "Unapt to toil and trouble in the world, "But that our foft 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 reafon haply more, To bandy word for word, and frown for frown; But, now I fee, our launces are but ftraws, Our strength as weak, our weakness paft compare; That seeming to be moft, which we indeed leaft are. Then vale your ftomachs, 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 kifs me, Kate.
Luc: Well, go thy ways, old lad, for thou fhalt ha't. Vin. 'Tis a good hearing, when children are toward. Luc. But a harfh hearing, when women are froward.
Pet. Come, Kate, we'll to bed;
We three are married, but you two are fped. '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, fhe will be tam'd fo. [Exeunt omnes. Enter two fervants bearing Sly in his own apparel, and leaving him on the Stage. Then enter a Tapfter.
Sly awaking.] Sim, give's fome more wine what, all the Players gone? am not I a Lord?
Tap. A Lord, with a murrain! come, art thou drunk ftill?
Sly. Who's this? Tapfter! ob, I have had the braveft dream that ever thou heardft in all thy life.
Tap. Yea, marry, but thou hadst beft get thee home, for your Wife will courfe you for dreaming here all night.
Sly. Will fhe? I know how to tame a Shrew. I dreamt upon it all this night, and thou haft wak'd me out of the best dream that ever I had. But I'll to my Wife and tame her too, if he anger me.
The End of the Second Volume.