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Or I fhall fo be-mete thee with thy yard,

As thou shall think on prating whilst thou liv'ft:
I tell thee, I, that thou haft marr'd the gown.

Tay. Your worship is deceiv'd, the gown is made juft as my mafter had direction; Grumio gave orders how it fhould be done.

Grum. I gave him no order; I gave him the stuff. Tay. But how did you defire it fhould be made? Grum. Marry, Sir, with a needle and thread. Tay. But did not thou request to have it cut? Grum. Tho' thou haft fac'd many things, face not me: I fay unto thee, I bid thy mafter cut the gown, but I did not bid him cut it to pieces. Ergo, thou lieft.

Tay. Why, here is the note of the fashion to teftify. Pet. Read it.

Tay. Imprimis, a loose-bodied gown.

Grum. Mafter, if ever I faid a loofe-bodied gown, few me up in the skirts of it, and beat me to death with a bottom of brown thread: I said a gown.

Pet. Proceed.

Tay. With a fmall compafs-cape.

Grum. I confefs the cape.

Tay. With a trunk fleeve.
Grum. I confefs two fleeves.
Tay. The fleeves curioufly cut.
Pet. Ay, there's the villany.

Grum. Error i' the bill, Sir; error i' th' bill; I commanded the fleeves fhould be cut out and few'd upon again; and that I'll prove upon thee, tho' thy little finger be arm'd in a thimble.

Tay. This is true that I fay; an' I had thee in a place, thou fhould't know it.

Grum. I am for thee, ftraight; come on, you parchment fhred! [They fight. Pet. What, chickens fpar in prefence of the kite! I'll fwoop upon you both; out, out, ye vermin.

[Beats 'em off. Cath. For heav'n's fake, Sir, have patience! how you fright me! [Crying. Pet. Well, come, my Kate; we will unto your father's, Even in these honeft, mean habiliments: Our purses fhall be proud, our garments poor; VOL. III.

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For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich;
⚫ And as the fun breaks through the darkest cloud,
So honour peereth in the meanest habit.
What, is the jay more precious than the lark,
Because his feathers are more beautiful?
'Or is the adder better than the eel,
Because his painted skin contents the eye?
Oh no, good Kate; neither art thou the worse
For this poor furniture and mean array.
If thou account'ft it fhame, lay it on me;
And therefore frolic; we will hence, forthwith,
To feast and sport us at thy father's house.'
Go call my men, and bring my horses out.

Cath. O happy hearing,! Let us ftraight be gone; I cannot tarry here another day.

Pet. Cannot, my Kate! O fie! indeed you canBefides, on fecond thoughts, 'tis now too late; For, look, how bright and goodly fhines the moon. Cath. The moon! the fun; it is not moonn-light now. Pet. I fay it is the moon that shines so bright. Cath. I fay it is the fun that shines fo bright. Pet. Now, by my mother's fon, and that's myself; It fhall be moon, or star, or what I lift, Or e'er I journey to your father's house: Go on, and fetch our horfes back again. Evermore croft, and craft; nothing but croft! Grum. Say as he fays, or we shall never go. Cath. I fee 'tis vain to ftruggle with my bonds; So be it moon, or fun, or what you please: And if you pleafe to call it a rufh-candle, Henceforth, I vow, it shall be so for me. Pet. I fay it is the moon.

Cath. I know it is the moon.

Pet. Nay, then you lie; it is the bleffed fun.
Cath. Juft as you please, it is the blessed fun;
But fun it is not, when you fay it is not;
And the moon changes, even as your mind;
What you will have it nam'd, even that it is,
And fo it fhall be for your Catharine.

Pet. Well, forward, forward: Thus the bowl fhall run,
And not unluckily, against the bias:'

But

But foft, fome company is coming here,
And ftops our journey.

Enter Baptifta, Hortenfio, and Bianca.
Good morrow, gentle miftrefs, where away?
Tell me, fweet Kate, and tell me truly too,
Haft thou beheld a frefher gentlewoman?
'Such war of white and red within her cheeks!
What stars do spangle heav'n with fuch beauty,
'As thofe two eyes become that heav'nly face?
Fair, lovely maid, once more good day to thee.
Sweet Kate, embrace her for her beauty's fake.
Bap. What's all this?

Cath. Young budding virgin, fair, and fresh, and fweet, Whither away, or where is thy abode?

Happy the parents of fo fair a child;

Happier the man whom favourable stars

Allot thee for his lovely bed-fellow.

Bian. What mummery is this?

Pet. Why, how now, Kate; I hope thou art not mad! This is Baptifta, our old reverend father;

And not a maiden, as thou fay'st he is.

Cath. Pardon, dear father, my mistaken eyes, That have been fo bedazzled with the fun, That every thing I look on feemeth green; Now I perceive thou art my reverend father: Pardon, I pray thee, for my mad mistaking.

[Kneels.

Bap. Rife, rife, my child; what ftrange vagary's this?

I came to see thee with my fon and daughter.
How lik'ft thou wedlock? Art not alter'd, Kate?

Cath. Indeed I am. I am transform'd to ftone.
Pet. Chang'd for the better much; ar't not, my Kate?
Cath. So good a master cannot choose but mend me.
Hor. Here is a wonder, if you talk of wonders.
Bap. And fo it is; I wonder what it bodes?
Pet. Marry, peace it bodes; and love, and life,
And awful rule, and right fupremacy:

And, to be fhort, what not, that's fweet and happy.
Bian. Was ever woman's fpirit broke fo foon?
What is the matter, Kate? hold up thy head,
Nor lofe our fex's beft prerogative,

To with and have our will.

Pet. Peace, brawler, peace;

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Or I will give the meek Hortenfio,

Your husband, there, my taming recipe.

Bian. Lord, never let me have a cause to figh • Till I be brought to fuch a filly pass.

Grum. (to Bap.) Did I not promife you, Sir, my mafter's discipline would work miracles?

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Bap. I fcarce believe my eyes and ears.

Bian. His eyes and ears had felt these fingers ere • He fhou'd have moap'd me fo.

Cath. Alas! my fifter—'

Pet. Catharine, I charge thee tell this headstrong

woman

What duty 'tis fhe owes her lord and husband.

• Bian. Come, come, you're mocking, we will have no telling.

• Pet. Come on, I fay.

Bian. She fhall not.

• Hor. Let us hear, for both our fakes, good wife. • Pet.. Catharine, begin.

Cath. Fie, fie, unknit that threatening, unkind brow, And dart not fcornful glances from those eyes, To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor! It blots thy beauty, as froft bites the meads; Confounds thy fame, as whirlwinds fhake fair buds; • And in no fenfe is meet or amiable.

Pet. Why, well faid, Kate.

Cath. A woman mov'd is like a fountain troubled,
Muddy, ill-feeming, thick, bereft of beauty;
And while it is fo, none fo dry or thirsty

Will deign to fip or touch a drop of it.
Bian. Sifter, be quiet

Pet. Nay, learn thou that leffon. -On, on, I say.’
Cath. Thy hufband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper,
Thy head, thy fovereign: one that cares for thee;
And, for thy maintenance, commits his body
To painful labour, both by fea and land,
To watch the night in ftorms, the day in cold,
While thou ly'ft warm at home, fecure and safe;
And craves no other tribute at thy hands,
But love, fair looks, and true obedience:
Too little payment for fo great a debt.

Bapt.

Bap. Now fair befal thee, fon Petruchio; The battle's won, and thou canft keep the field. Pet. Oh, fear me not

Bap. Then, my new gentle Catharine,

Go home with me along, and I will add
Another dowry to another daughter;

For thou art changed as thou hadft never been.
Pet. My fortune is fufficient. Here's my wealth
Kifs me, my Kate; and fince thou art become
So prudent, kind, and dutiful a wife,

Petruchio here fhall doff the lordly husband;
An honeft mafk, which I throw off with pleasure.
Far hence all rudenefs, wilfulness, and noife;
And be our future lives one gentle ftream
Of mutual love, compliance, and regard.

Cath. Nay, then I'm all unworthy of thy love,
And look with blushes on my former felf.

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• Pet. Good Kate, no more-this is beyond my hopes
[Goes forward with Catharine in his hand.
Such duty as the fubject owes the prince,

Even fuch a woman oweth to her husband:
And when she's froward, peevish, fullen, four,
And not obedient to his honeft will,

• What is the but a foul contending rebel,
And graceless traitor to her loving lord?' '
How fhameful 'tis when women are fo fimple
To offer war where they fhould kneel for peace;
Or feek for rule, fupremacy, and fway,
Where bound to love, to honour, and obey!

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