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I'll venture so much on my hawk or hound,
Luc. A hundred then.
Luc. That will I.
Bion. I go.
How now, what news ?
Bion. Sir, my Mistress 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 : ;
Pet. I hope better.
Hor. Sirrah, Biondello, go and intreat my wife te come to me forthwith.
[Exit Biondello. Pet. Oh, ho ! intreat her! nay, then she needs must
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. Go fetch them hither ; if they deny to come, Swinge me them soundly forth unto their hufbands: Away, I say, and bring them hither straight:
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!
Pet. Nay, I will win my wager better yet,
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 Gilly pass.
Bian. Fy, 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.
Cath. Fy! fy! unknit that threatning unkind brow,
What is she but a foul contending Rebel,
Pet. Come, Kate, we'll to bed;
[Exeunt Petruchio and Catharine. Hor. Now go thy ways, thou haft tam'd a curft
Though you hit the white,] was commonly white. Here it To hit the wbite is a phrase bor. alludes to the name Bianca or rowed from archery : the mark wbite.
Luc. 'Tis a wonder, by your leave, she will be tam'd so.
Enter two servants bearing Sly in his own apparel, and
leoving bim 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! corne, art thcu drnnk fill?
Sly. Who's this? Tapster! oh, I have had the bravest dream that ever thou beardit in all thy life.
Tap. Yea, marry, but thou had;t best get thee home, for your wife will curse you for dreaming bere all night.
Sly. Will be? I know how to tame a Shrew. I dreamt upon it all ibis night, and thou hast wak'd me out of the best dream that ever I had
But I'll to my Wife, and tame ber too, if she anger me *.
* From this play the Tatler fancy discovered fo imperious a formed a story, Vol. IV. N° 131. Temper (usually called a high
Spirit) that it continually made HERE are very many ill great Uneasiness in the Family,
Habits that might with bec me her known Character in much Ease have been prevented, the Neighbourhood, and deter. which, after we have indulged red all her Lovers from declarourselves in chem, become incor. ing themselves. However, in rizible. We have a sort of Pro. Process of Time, a Gentleman verbial Expression, of taking a of a plentiful Fortune and long Vimar down in her Wedding Acquaintance, having observed Sb.es, if you would bring her to that Quickness of Spirit to be her Reason, An early Behaviour of only Fault, made his Addresles, tais Sort, had a very remarkable and obtained her Consent in due good Effect in a family wherein Form. The Lawyers tmished I was several Years an intimate the Writings (in which, by the A -quaintance.
Way, there was no Pin-Money) A Gentleman in Lincolnshire and they were married. After a had four Daughters, three of decent Time spent in the Father's which were early married very House, the Bridegroom went to happily ; but the fourth, though prepare hisSeat for herReceprion. 10 Way inferior to any of her During the whole Course of his S.fers, either in Person or Ac. Courtship, though a Man of the complishments, had from her la mort equal Temper, he had artifiVOL. III.