SCENE V. Enter Catharina.

Bap. Now, by my hollidam, here comes Catharine ! Cath. What is your will, Sir, that you fend for me? Pet. Where is your sister, and Hortensio's wife ? Cath. They fit conferring by the parlour-fire. Pet. Go fetch them hither; if they deny to come, Swinge me them foundly forth unto their husbands; Away, I fay, and bring them hither straight.

[Exit Catharina,

Luc. Here is a wonder, if you talk of a wonder.
Hor. And fo it is: I wonder what it bodes.
Pet. Marry, peace it bodes, and love, and quiet life,
And awful rule, and right fupremacy :
And, to be short, what not that's sweet and happy.

Bap. Now fair befal thee, good Petruchio!
The wager thou hast won; and I will add
Unto their loffses twenty thousand crowns,
Another dowry to another daughter;
For she is chang'd as she had never been.

Pet. Nay, I will win my wager better yet,
And show more sign of her obedience,
Her new-built virtue and obedience.

Enter Catharina, Bianca, and Widow.

See, where she comes, and brings your froward wives
As prifoners to her womanly perfuafion.
Catharine, that cap of your's becomes you not;
Off with that bauble, throw it under foot.

[She pulls off her cap, and throws it down.

Wid. Lord, let me never have a cause to figh,
Till I be brought to fuch a filly pass.

Bian. Fie, what a foolish duty call you this?
Luc. I would your duty were as foolish too!

The wisdom of your duty, fair Bianca,
Coft me an hundred crowns since supper-time.

Bian. The more fool you, for laying on my duty.
Pet. Catharine, I charge thee, tell these headstrong

women,

What duty they owe to their lords and husbands.

Wid. Come, come, you're mocking; we will have no telling.

Our strength is weak, our weakness paft compare; That seeming to be most, which we indeed least are *.

Enter two fervants bearing Sly in his own apparel, and leaving him on the stage. Then enter a Tapster.

Sly awaking.] Sim, give's some more wine-What, all the players gone? am not Ia Lord?

Tap. A Lord, with a murrain! come, art thou drunk Still?

Sly. Who's this? Tapster! oh, I have had the braveft dream that ever thou heardst in all thy life.

Tap. Yea, marry, but thou hadst beft get thee home, for your wife will course you for dreaming here all night.

Sly. Will she? I know how to tame a shrew. I dream'd upon it all this night, and thou hast 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.

- indeed least are.

Then vale your stomachs, for it is no boot,

And place your hands below your husband's foot:
In token of which duty, if he please,

My hand is ready, may it do him ease.

Pet. Why, there's a wench: come on, and kiss me, Kate.
Luc. Why, go thy ways, old lad, for thou shalt 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 two are married, but you two are sped.
'Twas I won the wager, though 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 curs'd shrew.
Luc. 'Tis a wonder, by your leave, she will be tam'd so.

[Exeunt omnes

Enter, &c.

The End of the SECOND VOLUME

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