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Your betters have endured me say my mind ;
And, if you cannot, best you stop your ears.
My tongue will tell the anger of my heart ;
Or else my heart, concealing it, will break :
And, rather, than it shall, I will be free,
Even to the uttermost, as I please in words.

Pet. Why thou say'st true ; it is a paltry cap,
A custard coitin, a bauble, a filken pye :
I love thee well, in that thou lik'it it not.

Cath. Love me, or love me not, I like the cap;
And it I will have, or I will have none.
Pet. Thy gown? why, ay: come, taylor, let's
see 't.

[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,

thou thimble,
Thou yard, three quarters, half yard, quarter, nail,
Thou flea, thou nit, thou winter cricket thou :-
Brav'd in mine own house with a skein of thread,

Away, Hor.

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

Even in these honest mean habiliments;
Our purses shall be proud, our garments poor;
For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich :
And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds,
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

O, no, good Kate, neither art thou the worse,
For this poor furniture and mean array.


A lovely Woman. (16) Fair lovely woman, young and affable,


Away, thou rag, thou quantity, thou remnant:
Or I fall fo be-mete thee with thy yard,

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
Than precious fardonyx, or purple rocks
Ofamethists, or gliftering hyacinth :
-Sweet Catherine, this lovely woman-

Cath. Fair, lovely lady, bright and crystalline,
Beauteous and stately as the eye-train’d bird ;
As glorious as the morning wash'd with dew,
Within whose eyes she takes the dawning beams,
And golden summer sleeps upon thy cheeks.
Wrap up thy radiations in some cloud,
Left that thy beauty make this stately town,
Unhabitable as the burning zone,
With sweet reflections of thy lovely face.

Scene II. Happiness attained.
Happily I have arriv'd at last,
Unto the wished haven of my bliss.


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 !
What stars do spangle heaven with such beauty,
As those two eyes become that heavenly face!
Fair lovely maid, once more good day to thee :-
Sweet Kate, embrace her for her beauty's fake.
Cath. Young budding virgin fair, and fresh, and

Whither away; or where is thy abode ?
Happy the parents of so fair a child;
Happier the man, whom favourable stars,

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,
Measures my husband's sorrow by his woe:

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.
The wife, where danger or dishonour lurks,


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Thy head, thy fovereign; 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 storms, the day in cold,
While thou ly'st warm at home, secure and safe ;
And crave; (20) no other tribute at thy hands,
But love, fair looks, and true obedience;


Safest and seem lieft by her husband stays,
Who guards her, or with her the worst endures,

Adam in Par. Lojt, B. 9. 263. And a little before he says,

Nothing lovelier can be found,
In woman, than to sludy houshold good,

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
Intemerata mori, vitamque impendere fame :
Nec frous triste rigens, nimiusque in moribus borror,
Sed fimplex hilari que fides, & mixta pudori
Gratia : quid fi, c.
· She'd rather chuse, 'midst poverty and shame,

Her life to lofe, than live in wealth and fame ::
No sullen frowns upon her forehead lour;
No froward temper and behaviour four
Destroy th’unruffled softness of her mind :
For ever easy, affable and kind;
Chalte, with good-humour, with reserv’dness, free,

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
I boast not of, as fuch: but chastity
Becoming fame, and moderate delires;
My fear of heav'n, my fondness of my parents,
My friend ip, and regard for our relations,
The course of my behaviour towards yourself;
My bounty to the good, and my concern
To cherifli virtue, and reward the virtuous.

Anony. See p. 30.

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