Cath. Fie! fie! unknit that threatning unkind brow, A Woman mov'd is like a fountain troubled, To watch the night in ftorms, the day in cold, That That feeming to be moit, which we indeed leaft are. And place your hands below your Husband's foot : My hand is ready, may it do him cafe. Pet. Why, there's a wench: come on, and kifs me, Kate. Luc. Well, go thy ways, old lad, for thou fhalt ha't. We three are married, but you two are fped. [Exeunt Petruchio and Catharina. Hor. Now go thy ways, thou haft tam'd a curft Shrew. Luc. 'Tis a wonder, by your leave, he will be tam'd fo. [Exeunt omnes. Enter two fervants bearing Sly in his own apparel, and leaving him on the Stage. Then enter a Tapfter. 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 fill? Sly. Who's this? Tapfter! oh, I have had the bravest 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 Shrew. I dreamt 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. The End of the Second Volume |