Pet. Come on, I fay, and firft begin with her.
Wid. She thall not.

Pet. I fay, fhe fhall; and first begin with her. Cath. Fie! fie! unknit that threat'ning unkind brow, And dart not fcornful glances from those eyes, To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor. "It blots thy beauty, as frofts bite the meads; "Confounds thy fame, as whirlwinds thake fair buds; "And in no fenfe is meet or amiable.

"A woman mov'd is like a fountain troubled, Muddy, ill-feeming, thick, bereft of beauty; "And while it is fo, none fo dry or thrifty * Will dain to fip, or touch one drop of it. "Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, "Thy head, thy fovereign; one that cares for thee; "And for thy maintenance: commits his body "To painful labour, both by fee and land; "To watch the night in ftorms, the day in cold, "While thou ly'ft warm at home, fecure and safe ; "And craves not 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 fuch a woman oweth to her husband: "And when she's froward, peevith, fullen, four, "And not obedient to his honeft will;

What is the but a foul contending rebel, And gracelefs traitor to her loving lord? I am afham'd, that women are fo fimple "To offer war where they should kneel for peace; Or feek for rule, fupremacy, and fway, "When they are bound to ferve, 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 your's,
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 is weak, our weakness paft compare? That seeming to be most, which we indeed leaft are *. 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! oh, I have had the bravest dream that ever thou heardft in all thy life.

I

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 fhrew. dream'd upon it all this night, and thou haft wak'd me But I'll to myout of the best dream that ever I had.

wife, and tame her too, if she anger me.

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 pleafe,

My hand is ready, may it do him ease.

Pet. Why, there s a wench: com. on, and kifs me, Kate.
Luc. Why, go thy ways, old lad, for thou shalt ha't.
Vin. 'Tis a good hearing, when child.en are toward.
Luc. But a harth hearing, when women are froward.
Pet. Come, Kate, we'll to bed ;

We two are married, but you two are fped.
'Twas I won the wager, though you hit he white;
And being a winner, God give you good night.

[Exeunt Petruchio and Catharina.
Hor. Now, go thy ways thou haft tam da curs'd fhrew.
Lue. 'Tis a wonder, by your leave, he will be tam'd fo.

[Exeunt emnes,

Enter, &c,

END OF VOLUME SECOND.