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Cath. Fie! fie ! unknit that threatning unkind brow,
That seeming to be moit, which we indeed least are.
Pet. Come, Kate, we'll to bed ;
[Exeunt Petruchio and Catharina. Hor. Now go thy ways, thou haft tam'd a curft
Shrew. Luc. 'Tis a wonder, by your leave, the will be tam'd 'so.
[Exeunt omnes. Enter two fervants bearing Sly in his own apparel, and
leaving him on the Stage. Then enter a Tapiter. Sly awaking.] Sim, give's some more wine -- what, all the Players gone ? am not I a Lord ?
Tap. Å Lord, with a murrain! come, art thou drunk Aill?
Sly. Who's this Tapster! oh, I have bad the braves dream that ever thou beardsl in all thy life.
Tap. Yea, marry, but thou hads beff get thee home, for your Wife will course you for dreaming here all night.
Sly. Will she ? I know how to tame a Shrew. I dreamt upon it all this 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 fose anger me.
The End of the Second Volume.