Pet. Come on, I say, and first begin with her.
Wid. She fhall not.

Pet. I say she shall, and first begin with her.

Kath. Fie, fie, unknit that threatning unkind brow,
And dart not fcornful glances from those eyes,
To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor.
It blots thy beauty, as frosts bite the meads,
Confounds thy fame, as whirlwinds shake fair buds,
And in no sense is meet or amiable.

A woman mov'd is like a fountain troubled,
Muddy, ill seeming, thick, bereft of beauty;
And while it is fo, none fo dry or thirsty
Will dain to fip, or touch a drop of it.

Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper,
Thy head, thy foveraign; one that cares for thee
And for thy maintenance: commits his body
To painful labour, both by sea and land;
To watch the night in ftorms, the day in cold,
While thou ly'st 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 so great a debt.
Such duty as the fubject owes the prince,
Even fuch a woman oweth to her husband:
And when she's froward, peevish, fullen, fower,
And not obedient to his honest will;
What is the but a foul contending rebel,
And graceless traitor to her loving lord?

I am asham'd that women are fo fimple,
To offer war where they should kneel for peace;
Or seek for rule, fupremacy, and sway,
When they are bound to ferve, love, and obey.
Why are our bodies foft, and weak and smooth,

Unapt

Unapt to toil and trouble in the world,
But that our foft conditions and our hearts
Should well agree with our external parts?
Come, come, you're froward and unable worms;
My mind hath been as big as one of yours,
My heart is great, my reafon haply more,
To bandy word for word, and frown for frown;
But now I see our launces are but straws,

Our strength 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 leave him on the stage. Then enter a Tapster.

Sly awaking.] Sim, give's some more wine---- what, all the players gone? am not I a lord?

Tap. A lord with a murrain! come, art thou drunk ftill? 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 best get thee home, for your wife will course you for dreaming here all night.

Sly. Will She? I know how to tame a fhrew. 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 her too, if she anger me.

indeed least are:

Then vale your ftomachs, for it is no boot,

And place your hands below your husband's foot:

In token of which duty, if he please,

My hand is ready, may it do him ease.

Pet. Why, there's a wench: come on, and kiss me Kate.

Luc. Well, go thy ways, old lad, for thou shalt ha't.

Vin. 'Tis a good hearing when children are toward.

Luc. But a harsh hearing when women are froward.
Pet. Come, Kate, we'll to-bed,

We two are married, but you two are sped.
'Twas I won the wager, tho' you hit the white,
And being a winner, God give you good night.

[Ex. Petruchio and Kath.

[Exeunt.

Hor. Now go thy ways, thou haft tam'd a curft fhrew.
Luc. 'Tis a wonder, by your leave, fhe will be tam'd fo.

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ALL'S WELL

ТНАТ

ENDS WELL.

KING of France:

Duke of Florence.

Dramatis Perfonæ.

Bertram, Count of Roufillon.

Lafeu, an old Lord.

Parolles, a parafitical follower of Bertram, a coward, but vain, and a great pretender to valour.

Several young French Lords, that ferve with Bertram in the Florentine

war.

Steward, Servants to the Countess of Roufillon.

Clown,

Countess of Roufillon, mother to Bertram.

Helena, daughter to Gerard de Narbon, a famous physician, fome time fince dead.

An old widow of Florence.

Diana, daughter to the widow.

Violenta,

Mariana,

} Neighbours and friends to the widow.

Lords attending on the King, Officers, Soldiers, &c.

SCENE, lyes partly in France, and partly in Tuscany.

The plot taken from Boccace, Decam. 3. Nov. 9.