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I'll venture so much on my hawk or hound,
But twenty times so much upon my Wife.

Luc. A hundred then.
Hor. Content.
Pet. A match, 'tis done.
Hor. Who shall begin ?

Luc. That will I.
Go, Biondello, bid your Mistress come to me.

Bap. Son, I'll be your half, Bianca comes.
Luc. I'll have no halves : I'll bear it all myself.

Bion. I go.


Re-enter Biondello.

How now, what news?

Bion. Sir, my Mistrefs sends you word That she is busy, and cannot come.

Pet. How? The's busy and cannot come, is that ar answer?

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.' Per. Oh, ho ! intreat her! nay, then she needs mult

Hor. I am afraid, Sir, do


you can,

Enter Biondello.

Yours will not be intreated :' now, where's my wife?

Bion. She says, you have some goodly jest in hand; She will not come: fe bids you come to her.

Pet. Worse and worse, she will not come! Oh vile, intolerable, not to be indur'd: Sirrah, Grumio, go to your mistress, Say, I command her to come to me. (Exit Grumio. Hor. I know her answer,


Pet. What?
Hor. She will not.
Pet. The fouler fortune mine, and there's an end.

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Enter Catharina.
Bap. Now, by my hollidan, here comes Catharine !
Cath. What is your will; Sir, that you send for

Pet. Where is your Sister, and Hortensio's Wife?
Cath. They sit conferring by the parlour fire.

Pet. Go fetch them hither ; if they deny to come, Swinge me them foundly forth unto their hufbands : 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,

Bap. Now fair befal thee, good Petruchio!
The 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 lign of her obedience,
Her new-built virtue 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 yours becomes you not ; ..Off with that bauble, throw it under foot. (Sbe pulls off ber cap, and throws it down. Wid. Lord, let me never have a cause to figh, 'Till I be brought to such a billy pass.

Bian. Fy, what a foolish duty call you this?
Luc. I would, your duty were as foolish too!
The wisdom of your duty, fair Bianca,
Cost me an hundred crowns since fupper-time.

Bian. The more fool you, for laying on my duty.
Pet. Carbarine, 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
Pet. Come on, I say, and first begin with her.
Wid. She shall not.
Pet. I say, the shall ; and first begin with her.

Cath. Fy! fy! unknit that threatning unkind brow,
And dart not scornful 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-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty ;
And while it is so, none so dry or thirsty
Will dain to sip, 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:
And when she's froward, peevish, sullen, sower,
And not obedient to his honest will ;


What is she but a foul contending Rebel,
And graceless Traitor to her loving Lord ?
I am alham'd, that women are so simple
To offer war where they should kneel for peace ;
Or seek for rule, fupremacy, and sway,
When they are bound to serve, love, and obey.
Why are our bodies foft, and weak and smooth,
Unape to toil and trouble in the world,
But that our soft 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 reason 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 past compare ;
That seeming to be most, which we indeed least 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 kiss me,

Luc. Well, 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, tho' you hit the white;
And being a winner, God give you good night.

(Exeunt Petruchio and Catharine. Hor. Now go thy ways, thou hast tam'd a curft


Though you hit the white,) was commonly white. Here it To hit the wbite is a phrase bor. allades to the name Bianca or rowed from archery : the mark wbile.


Luc. 'Tis a wonder, by your leave, she will be cam'd so.

(Exeunt omnes.

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 I a Lord ?

Tap. A Lord, with a murrain! come, art ihcu drnnk fill?

Sly. Who's this? Tapster! oh, I have had the bravest dream that ever thou heardit in all thy life.

Tap. Yea, marry, but thou hadjt best get thee home, for your wife will curse you for dreaming here all right. Sly. Will she? I know how to tame a Shrew.

I dreamt upon it all this night, and thou haft wak'd se cut of the best dream that ever I had

But I'll to my Wife, and tame ber too, if she anger me *.

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