Duke. If not,

I'll tear thee joint by joint.-Phew! methinks
It should not be :-Bianca! why, I took her
From lower than a bondage ;-hell of hells!
See that you make it good.

D'Av. As for that, 'would it were as good as I would make it! I can, if you will temper your distractions, but bring you where you shall see it;

no more.

Duke. See it?

D'Av. Aye, see it, if that be proof sufficient. I, for my part, will slack no service that may testify my simplicity.

Enter FERNANDO.

Duke. Enough.—What news, Fernando?
Fern. Sir, the abbot

Is now upon arrival; all your servants

Attend your presence.

Duke. We will give him welcome

As shall befit our love and his respect;

Come, mine own best Fernando, my dear friend.

[Exit with FERN.

D'Av. Excellent! now for a horned moon.

[Music within. But I hear the preparation for the entertainment of this great abbot. Let him come and go, that matters nothing to this; whilst he rides abroad in hope to purchase a purple hat, our duke shall as earnestly heat the pericranium of his noddle with a yellow hood at home. I hear them coming.

Loud Music.

Enter Servants with Torches: then the DUKE, followed by FERNANDO, BIANCA, FIORMONDA, PETRUCHIO, and NIBRASSA, at one door; two Friars, the ABBOT and Attendants, at the other. The DUKE and ABBOT meet and salute; BIANCA and the rest salute, and are saluted; they rank themselves, and pass over the Stage; the Choir singing.

D'Av. On to your victuals; some of you, I know, Feed upon wormwood.

[Exit.

SCENE IV.

Another Apartment in the same.

Enter PETRUCHIO and NIBRASSA with Napkins. Pet. The duke's on rising; are you ready? ho! (Within.) All ready.

Nib. Then, Petruchio, arm thyself with courage and resolution; and do not shrink from being stayed on thy own virtue.

Pet. I am resolved :-fresh lights! I hear 'em

coming.

Enter Attendants with Lights, before the DUKE, ABBOT, BIANCA, FIORMONDA, FERNANDO, and D'AVOLOS.

Duke. Right reverend uncle, though our minds be scanted

In giving welcome as our hearts would wish,
Yet we will strive to show how much we joy
Your presence, with a courtly shew of mirth.
Please you to sit?

Abbot. Great duke, your worthy honours
To me, shall still have place in my best thanks:
Since you in me so much respect the church,
Thus much I'll promise; at my next return,
His Holiness shall grant [you] an indulgence
Both large and general.

Duke. Our humble duty.

Seat you, my lords; now let the masquers enter.

Enter, in an antick fashion, FERENTES, ROSeilli, and MAURUCCIO at several doors; they dance a short time. Suddenly enter to them COLONA, JULIA, and MORONA in odd shapes, and dance; the men gaze at them, are at a stand, and are invited by the women to dance. They dance together sundry changes; at last they close FERENTES in,-MAURUCCIO and ROSEILLI being shook off, and standing at several ends of the Stage gazing. The women hold hands and dance about FERENTES in divers complimental offers of courtship; at length they suddenly fall upon him and stab him; he falls, and they run out at several doors. The Music ceases.

Fer. Uncase me; I am slain in jest. A pox upon your outlandish feminine anticks! pull off my visor; I shall bleed to death ere I have time to

feel where I am hurt. Duke, I am slain: off with my visor, for heaven's sake, off with my visor ! Duke. Slain? take his visor off:-(they unmask him)-we are betray'd;

Seize on them! two are yonder: hold Ferentes; Follow the rest: apparent treachery!

Abbot. Holy St. Bennet, what a sight is this!

Re-enter JULIA, COLONA, and MORONA unmasked; each with a Child in her arms.

Jul. Be not amaz'd, great princes, but vouch

safe

Your audience; we are they have done this deed.
Look here, the pledges of this false man's lust,
Betray'd in our simplicities: he swore,
And pawn'd his truth, to marry each of us;
Abused us all; unable to revenge

Our public shames, but by his public fall,
Which thus we have contrived: nor do we blush
To call the glory of this murther ours;

We did it, and we'll justify the deed,

For when in sad complaints we claim'd his vows,
His answer was reproach; villain, is't true?
Col. I was too quickly won, you slave.
Mor. I was too old, you dog.

Jul. I (and I never shall forget the wrong)
I was not fair enough; not fair enough
For thee, thou monster! let me cut his gall.
Not fair enough! oh scorn! not fair enough!
[Stabs him.

Fer: 0, 0, oh!—

Duke. Forbear, you monstrous women! do not

add

Murther to lust; your lives shall pay this forfeit.

Fer. Pox upon all cod-piece extravagancy! I am pepper'd-oh, oh, oh!-Duke, forgive me! Had I rid any tame beasts but Barbary wild colts, I had not thus been jerk'd out of the saddle. My forfeit was in my blood; and my life hath answer'd it. Vengeance on all wild whores, I say!-oh 'tis true-farewell, generation of hacknies.-oh!

Duke. He is dead.

To prison with those monstrous strumpets.

Pet. Stay,

I'll answer for my daughter.

Nib. And I for mine.

Oh well done, girls!

Fern. I for yon gentlewoman, sir.

[Dies.

Maur. Good my lord, I am an innocent in the business.

Duke. To prison with him! Bear the body hence.

Abbot. Here's fatal sad presages; but 'tis just, He dies by murther, that hath lived in lust.

[Exeunt.

4 Duke. To prison with him.] i. e. with Mauruccio, the only innocent person of the party. This good prince seems determined, like the Cardinal in a former play, to have some one to punish. Few third acts can be found so uniformly reprehensible and disgusting as this: the only thing to praise in it, is the promptitude with which the author has freed himself, in part, from the loathsome incumbrance of such a worthless rabble.