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Per. Twenty crowns !
“ Kate. Then, you that live thus by your pampered wils, “ Now list to me, and marke what I shall say, “ Th' eternal power, that with his only breath, “ Shall cause this end, and this beginning frame, “ Not in time, nor before time, but with time confus’d, “ For al the course of yeares, of ages, months, « Of seasons temperate, of dayes and houres, “ Are tun'd and itopt by measure of his hand. “ The firit world was a forme without a forme, “ A heape confus'd, a mixture al deform’d, " A gulfe of gulfes, a body bodilesse, " Where al the elements were orderlesse, " Before the great commander of the world, “ The king of kings, the glorious God of heaven, “ Who in fix daies did frame his heavenly worke, “ And made al things to stand in perfect course. “ Then to his image he did make a man, « Olde Adam, and from his fide asleepe, “ A rib was taken; of which the Lord did make “ The woe of man, fo term'd by Adam then, “ Woman, for that by her came finne to us, “ And for her finne was Adam doom'd to die. “ As Sara to her husband, so should we “ Obey them, love them, keepe and nourish them, “ If they by any meanes do want our helpes : “ Laying our hands under their feet to tread, “ If that by that we might procure their ease; “ And, for a president, lle first begin, “ And lay my hand under my husband's feet.
[She laies her hand under her husband's feet. " Feran. Inough sweet; the wager thou hast won; “ And they, I am sure, cannot deny the same.
« Alfon. I, Ferando, the wager thou hast won; “ And for to shew thee how I ain pleas'd in this, “ A hundred pounds I freely give thee more, “ Another dowry for another daughter, " For she is not the same she was before.
“ Fero.n. Thanks, sweet father; gentlemen, good night; • For Kate and I will leave you for to-night:
Luc. A hundred then.
A match; 'tis done.
That will I. Go,
Bion. I go.
Sir, my mistress sends you word That she is busy, and she cannot come.
« 'Tis Kate and I am wed, and you are sped : “ And so farewell, for we will to our bed.
[Exeunt Ferando, Kate, and Sander. - Alfon. Now Aurelius, what say you to this?
“ Aurel. Beleeve me, father I rejoyce to see “ Ferando and his wife so lovingly agree
(Exeunt Aurelius and Phylema, and Alfonso and Valeria. " Emel. How now, Polidor? in a dumpe? What faift thou man?
« Pol. I say, thou art a shrew.
[Exeunt Polidor and Emilia. “ Then enter two, bearing of Slie in his own apparell agaire, and
leaves him where they found him, and then goes out: then enters the Tapster.
“ I apster. Now that the darkesome night is overpaft, “ And dawning day appeares in chriftali skie, “ Now must I haste abroade: but soft! who's this? " What Slie? o wondrous! hath he laine heere all night? « Ile wake him; I thinke hee's starved by this, “ But that his belly was so stufft with ale: " What now Slie! awake for shame."-&c. STEEVINS,
Pet. How! she is busy, and she cannot come! Is that an answer ? Gre.
Ay, and a kind one too: Pray God, sir, your wife send you not a worse.
Per. I hope, better. Hor. Sirrah, Biondello, go, and entreat my wife To come to me forthwith. [Exit BIONDELLO. Per.
O, ho! entreat her! Nay, then she needs must come. Hor.
I am afraid, fir, Do what you can, yours will not be entreated.
Now, where's my wife?
Bion. She says, you have some goodly jest in hand; She will not come ; she bids you come to her.
Per. Worse and worse; she will not come! O vile,
Hor. I know her answer.
She will not come. Per. The fouler fortune mine, and there an end.
Enter Katharina. Bap. Now, by my holidame, here comes Katha
rina! Kath. What is your will, fir, that you send for me?
3 She will not come. ] I have added the word—come, to complete the measure, which was here detective; as indved it is, almost irremediably, in several parts of the present scene. STEEVENS.
Pet: Where is your sister, and Hortensio's wife! Kath. They fit conferring by the parlour fire. Pet. Go, fetch them hither; if they deny to
come, Swinge me them soundly forth unto their husbands: Away, I fay, and bring them hither straight.
[Exit KATHARINA. Luc. Here is a wonder, if you talk of a wonder. Hor. And so it is ; I wonder, what it bodes. Pet. Marry, peace it bodes, and love, and quiet
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;
Re-enter KATHARINA, with BIANCA and Widow..
Sce, where she comes; and brings your froward
wives As prisoners to her womanly persuasion. Katharine, that cap of yours becomes you not; Off with that bauble, throw it under foot. [KATHARINA pulls off ber cap, and throws it
down. Wip. Lord, let me never have a cause to figh, Till I be brought to such a silly pass !
Bian. Fie! what a foolish duty call you this?