Cath. Fie! fie! unknit that threatning unkind brow, A Woman mov'd is like a fountain troubled, To watch the night in ftorms, the day in cold, That That feeming to be most, which we indeed least are. And place your hands below your Husband's foot : My hand is ready, may it do him ease. Pet. Why, there's a wench: come on, and kiss me, Luc. Well, go thy ways, old lad, for thou shalt ha't. We three are married, but you two are sped. [Exeunt Petruchio and Catharina. tam'd fo. Enter two fervants bearing Sly in his own apparel, and leaving him on the Stage. Then enter a Tapster. Sly awaking.] Sim, give's fome more wine-what, all the Players gone? am not I a Lord? Tap. A Lord, with a murrain! come, art thou drunk fill? Sly. Who's this? Tapfter! oh, I have had the bravest dream that ever thou heardft in all thy life. I Tap. Yea, marry, but thou hadst beft get thee home, for your Wife will courfe you for dreaming here all night. Sly. Will he ? I know how to tame a Shrew. dreamt upon it all this night, and thou haft wak'd me out of the best dream that ever I had. But I'll to my Wife and tame her too, if the anger me. The End of the Second Volume. |