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Pet. Come on, I fay, and first begin with her.
Pet. I fay, the fhall; and firft begin with her. Cath. Fie! fie! unknit that threat'ning unkind brow, And dart not fcornful glances from thofe eyes, To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor. "It blots thy beauty, as froits 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,
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, the 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'st 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 fo great a debt. "Such duty as the fubject owes the prince, "Even fuch a woman oweth to her husband: "And when fhe'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 thould 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 fmooth, 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 straws,
Our ftrength is weak, our weaknefs paft compare;
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 Still?
Sly. Who's this? Tapfter! oh, 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 he? I know how to tame a fhrew. I dream'd 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.
inded leaft are.
Then vale you 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 kiss me, Kate,
We two are married, but you two are fped.
[Exeunt Petruchio and Catharina. Hor. Now, go thy ways thou haft tam a a curse fhew. Luc. 'Tis a wonder, by your leave, fhe will be tam d fo.
END OF VOLUME SECOND.