Pet. Come on, I fay, and firft 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 fhake fair buds; "And in no fenfe is meet or amiable. "A woman mov'd is like a fountain troubled, 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't 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 honest will; "What is the but a foul contending rebel, "And gracelefs traitor to her loving lord? "I am afham'd, that women are so fimple દ "To offer war where they fhould kneel for peace; Or feek for rule, fupremacy, and fway, 66 "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 〃 Our ftrength is weak, our weakness past compare ; That seeming to be moft, which we indeed leaft are *. Enter two fervants bearing Sly in his own apparel, and leaving him on the ftage. Then enter a Tapiter. 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 heardst in all thy life. Tap. Yea, marry, but thou hadst beft get thee home, far your wife will courfe you for dreaming here all night. I Sly. Will he? I know how to tame a threw. 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 she anger me. inded leaft are. Then vale you ftomachs, for it is no boot, My hand is ready, may it do him ease. Pet. Why, there s a wench: com on, and kiss me, Kate. Vin. 'Tis a good hearing, when child e u hait ha't. are toward. Luc. But a harsh hearing, when women are froward. We two are married, but you two are sped. [Exeunt Petruchio and Catharina. Hor. Now, go thy ways thou haft tam a a curse fhrew. Lur. 'Tis a wonder, by your leave, fhe will be tam d fo. [Exeunt omnes. Enter, &c. END OF VOLUME SECOND. |