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Cath. 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 frofts bite the meads; Confounds thy fame, as whirlwinds shake fair buds ; And in no fenfe is meet or amiable.
A Woman mov'd is like a fountain troubled,
That feeming to be most, which we indeed least are.
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 fhalt 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 three 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. [Exeunt Petruchio and Catharina. Hor. Now go thy ways, thou haft tam'd a curst Shrew.
Luc. 'Tis a wonder, by your leave, fhe will be tam'd fo. [Exeunt omnes. Enter two fervants bearing Sly in his own apparel, and leaving him on the Stage. Then enter a Tapfter. 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.
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. I 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 she anger me.
The End of the Second Volume.