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Your betters have endured me say my mind ;
Pet. Why thou say'st true ; it is a paltry cap,
Cath. Love me, or love me not, I like the cap;
[Taylor lays forth the gorun. O, mercy, God! what masking stuff is here ! What's this? a sleeve ? 'tis like a demi-cannon : What! up and down, carv'd like an apple tart? Here's snip, and nip, and cut, and fish, and flash, Like to a censer's (15) in a barber's shop : Why, what, a devil's name, taylor, call'st thou this ?
over us :
as all eager pursuits, except those of virtue, are alike ridiculous, in the candid and impartial estimation of reason and philosophy :
Another Florio doating on a flower." Young (15) To a censer, &c ] Censers, in barbers thops are now disused, but they may easily be imagined to have been vessels, which, for the emission of the smoke, were cut with great number and variety of interstices. J.-who adds, the taylors trade having an appearance of effeminacy, has always been among the rugged English, liable to farcarms and contempt. Nothing can be more humorously pointed than the following droll description of the taylors, by Petruchio. O monstrous arrogance !--thou ly'st, thou Mears,
I fee, she's like to have neither cap nor
gown. Tayl. You bid ine make it orderly and well, According to the fashion and the time.
Pet. Marry, and did ; but, if you be remember'd, I did not bid you mar it to the time. Go, hop me over every kennel home, For you fall hop without my custom, Sir: I'll none of it ; hence make your best of it.
Cath. I never saw a better fashion'd gown, More quaint, more pleasing, nor more commendable : Be like, you mean to make a puppet of me.
The Mind alone valuable.
Pet. Well, come, my Kate; we will unto your
ACT V. SCENE I.
A lovely Woman. (16) Fair lovely woman, young and affable,
Away, thou rag, thou quantity, thou remnant:
As thou Malt think on prating whilst thou liv'ft'! (16) These speeches are found in the first draught of
More clear of hue, and far more beautiful
Cath. Fair, lovely lady, bright and crystalline,
Scene II. Happiness attained.
this play, printed in 1607; they seem evidently to be of S's hand, and well worth preserving; speeches preferred to them, are here subjoined.
Such war of white and red within her cheeks !
Allot thee for his lovely bedfellow! An attentive reader, Steevens thinks, will perceive in the speech in the text several words which are employed in none of the legitimate plays of S. whence he concludes, that the first draught, as it is called, was not the work of s.
SCENE III. Others measured by ourselves. He that (17) is giddy thinks the world turns round.
Greyhound. o Sir, Lucentio flipt me for his greyhound, Which runs himself, and catches for his master.
Wife's Submission. Marry, (18) 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.
The Wife's Duty to her Husband. Fie! fie! unknit that threat'ning, unkind brow, And dart not fcornful glances from those eyes, To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor : It blots thy beauty, as frost bites the meads ; Confounds thy fame, as whirlwinds shake fair buds ; And in nofense is meet or amiable. A woman mov'd, is like a fountain troubled, Muddy, ill-feeming, thick, bereft of beauty; And while it is so, none so dry or thirsty Will deign to sip or touch one drop of it. Thy husband (19) is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper,
Thy (17) He that, &c.] The widow explains her meaning in this general observation, by saying afterwards,
Your husband being troubled with a fhrew,
And now you know my meaning. (18) Marry, &c.) Petruchio says this on Hortenfio's wondering, what Catherine's submission might bode. (19) Thy husband, &c.] Leave not the faithful fide
That gave thee being, still shades thee and protects.
Thy head, thy fovereign; one that cares for thee,
Safest and seem lieft by her husband stays,
Adam in Par. Lojt, B. 9. 263. And a little before he says,
Nothing lovelier can be found,
And good works in her husband to promote. (20) And craves, &c.] Stotius, speaking of a good wife, in the sth book of his Silva, says,
Mallet paupertate pudica
Her life to lofe, than live in wealth and fame ::
And still more chearful in adversity. In the Amphitrion of Plautus (Act 2. Sc. 2.) Alcmena speaks thus :
What the world calls a portion with a wife
Anony. See p. 30.