Don J. That's a lie.

Don F. And trusty,

Beyond your wishes; valiant to defend,
And modest to converse with as your blushes.
Don J. Modest to converse with! Here's a fellow!
Now may I hang myself: this commendation
Has broke the neck of all my hopes; for now
Must I cry, "No, forsooth!" and " Ay, forsooth!"
And "Truly, as I live!" and "As I am honest!"
He's done these things on purpose; for he knows,
Like a most envious rascal as he is,

I am not honest this way. Oh! the traitor!
He has watch'd his time. I shall be quit with him.

[Aside.

[Aside.

And calls himself Petruchio.
Don J. Petruchio! I'll attend him.

And whiter than the lily; and then, her eyes!
What points she at? my leg, I warrant; or
My well-knit body: sit fast, Don Frederick.

Don F. 'Twas given him by that gentleman,
You took such care of, his own being lost i'the
scuffle.
Lone,
1 Con. With much joy may he wear it! 'tis a right
I can assure you, gentlemen; and right happy
May he be in all fights for that noble service.
Don F. Why do you blush?

1 Con. It had almost cozen'd me.

For, not to lie, when I saw that, I look'd for
Another owner of it. But 'tis well.

[Exit ANTHONY.

Re-enter First CONSTANTIA.

1 Con. How did he call himself? Don F. Petruchio:

Does it concern you aught?

1 Con. Oh! gentlemen,

The hour of my destruction is come on me;
I am discover'd, lost, left to my ruin:
As ever you had pity-

Don J. Do not fear;

[first. Let the great devil come, he shall come though me Lost here, and we about you!

1 Con. To you, and your humanity, a hapless
Helpless creature, begs for safety. Oh! grant
Me your protection; to your honours, sirs,
I fly, as to the altar, for a refuge:
Be your nobleness

My sanctuary, and shield a woe-sick heart
From all its terrors and afflictions.

[Kneeling.

Don J. Pray, rise. [Kneels.] I can't bear it. Don F. Fall before us!

1 Con. Oh! my unfortunate estate! all anger Compar'd to his, to his

Don F. Let his and all men's,

[ven's sake

Whilst we have power and life; bear up, for heaDon J. And for my sake, be comforted.

1 Con. I have offended heaven, too; yet heaven

knows

Don J. Ay, heaven knows, that we are all evil; Yet heaven forbid we should have our deserts. What is he?

1 Con. Too, too near to my offence, sir. Oh! he will cut me piece-meal!

Don F. "Tis no treason?

Don J. Let it be what it will, if he cut here, I'll find him cut-work.

Don F. He must buy you dear;

With more than common lives.

Don J. Fear not, nor weep not;

Don F. How now?

Why, what's the matter, Landlady?

Land. What's the matter!

You use me decently among you, gentlemen.
Don F. Who has abus'd her? you, sir?
Land. Od's my witness!

I will not be thus treated, that I will not.
Anth. I gave her no ill language.
Land. Thou liest, sirrah!

Thou took'st me up at every word I spoke,
As I had been a maukin, a flirt gillian:

And thou think'st, because thou canst write and read,
Our noses must be under thee.

Don F. Dare you, sirrah?

[you:

Anth. Let but the truth be known, sir, I beseech She raves of wenches, and I know not what, sir. Land. Go to, thou know'st too well, thou wicked varlet!

Nay, then, it is decreed, though hills were set on And seas met seas to guard thee, I would through! Land. Od's my witness! if you ruffle me, I'll spoil your sweet face for you.

Don J. Oh! raptures, raptures!

[Kissing her. She runs after him. What, will you hurt your own son? Land. Well, well! go, go to the door, there's a gentleman there would speak with you. Don J. Upon my life, Petruchio. Good, dear landlady, carry him into the dining-room, and I'll wait upon him presently.

Land. Well, Don John, the time will come that I shall be even with you.

Don J. I must begone about this business. Won't you go too, Frederick?

[Exit.

1 Con. What, no way to divert this certain danger?

Don F. Impossible! their honours are engag'd.
1 Con. Then there must be murder, and I the
cause!

Which, gen'rous sir, I shall no sooner hear of,
Make all go less. Do, sir, for heaven's sake,
Than make one in't. You may, if you please, sir,
Let me request one favour.

Don F. It is granted.

1 Con. Your friend, sir, is, I find, too resolute, Too hot and fiery for the cause: as ever You did a virtuous deed, for honour's sake, Go with him, and allay him: your fair temper, And noble disposition, like wish'd showers, [else. May quench those eating fires, that would spoil all I see in him destruction. [ation.

Don F. I will do it: and it is a wise considerI'll after him, lady.

The old gentlewoman

Shall wait upon you; she is discreet and secret, And you may trust her in all points.

1 Con. You are noble.

Don F. And so I take my leave.

I hope, lady, a happy issue for all this.

1 Con. All heaven's care upon you, and my Exsunk

prayers!

SCENE II.-Antonio's House.

Enter Surgeon and a Gentleman. Gent. What symptoms do you find in him? Surg. None, sir, dangerous, if he be ruled. Gent. Why, what does he do?

Surg. Nothing that he should. First, he will let no liquor down but wine; and then, he has a fancy that he must be dressed always to the tune of John Dory.

Gent. How to the tune of John Dory?

1 Con. How?
Land. 'Tis true, lady.

1 Con. Was it a boy, too? Land. A brave boy!

1 Con. May I see it?

them play and sing it to him all the while. Gent. An odd fancy, indeed!

Enter ANTONIO

Anto. Give me some wine.

Surg. I told you so-'Tis death, sir.

Anto. 'Tis a horse, sir. Dost thou think I shall recover with the help of barley-water only?

Gent. Fie, Antonio, you must be governed. Anto. Why, sir, he feeds me with nothing but rotten roots, and drowned chickens, stewed pericraniums and pia-maters; and when I go to bed, (by heaven 'tis true, sir) he rolls me up in lints, with labels at them, that I am just the man in the almanack; my head and face is in Aries' place.

Surg. Will it please you to let your friends see you opened?

Anto. Will it please you, sir, to give me a brimmer? I feel my body open enough for that. Give it me, or I'll die upon thy hand, and spoil thy cus

canst thou cure me?

Surg. In forty days.

Anto. I'll have a dog shall lick me whole in twenty. In how long a time canst thou kill me? Surg. Presently.

Anto. Do it; that's the shorter, and there's more, delight in it.

Gent. You must have patience.

Anto. Man, I must have business; this foolish fellow hinders himself; I have a dozen rascals to hurt within these five days. Good man-mender, stop me up with parsley like stuffed beef, and let me walk abroad, and let me be dressed to that warlike tune, John Dory.

Surg. You shall walk shortly.

Anto. I will walk presently, sir, and leave your salads there, your green salves and your oils; I'll to my old diet again, strong food and rich wine, and see what that will do.

Surg. Well, go thy ways, thou art the maddest old fellow I ever met with! [Exeunt severally.

SCENE III-Don FREDERICK's lodging.

Enter First CONSTANTIA and Landlady. 1 Con. I have told all I can, and more than yet These gentlemen know of me, ever trusting Your concealment-but are they such strange

creatures?

Land. There's the younger, ay, and the wildest, Don John, the arrant'st Jack in all this city: Has been a dragon in his days! the truth is, Whose chastity he chops upon he cares not; He flies at all! bastards, upon my conscience, He has now a hundred of 'em. The last night

SCENE IV.-Near the Castle of the Duke. Enter PETRUCHIO, Don JOHN, and FREDERICK. Don J. Sir, he is worth your knowledge, and a

gentleman

(If I that so much love him, may commend him
That's full of honour: and one, if foul play
Should fall on us, will not fly back for fillips.
Pet. You much honour me,

And once more I pronounce you both mine.
Don. F. Stay;

What troop is that below i' th' valley there
Don J. Hawking, I take it. [gentlemen;
Petr. They are so; 'tis the Duke, 'tis even be,
I know him by his company.

Don F. I think too,

He bends up this way.

Petr. So he does.

Don J. Stand you still,

Within that covert, till I call: You, Frederick,
By no means be not seen, unless they offer
To bring on odds upon us: He comes forward
Here will I wait him fairly: To your places.
Petr. I need no more instruct you.
Don J. Fear me not.

[PETRUCHIO and FREDERICK retire. Enter DUKE and his Party.

Duke. Feed the hawks up,

We'll fly no more to-day. Oh, my blest fortune, Have I so fairly met the man!

Don J. You have, sir; And him you know by this. Duke. Šir, all the honour,

And love

[Shearing his hat

Duke. Now, stay you, sir,

[loved;

And hear me a little. This gentleman's
Sister, that you have named, 'tis true I have long
As true, I have possess'd her: No less truth,
I have a child by her. But that she, or he,
Or any of that family, are tainted;
Suffer disgrace or ruin by my pleasures,
I wear a sword to satisfy the world, no,
And him in this case when pleases; for know, sir,
She is my wife, contracted before heaven;
(A witness I owe more tie to than her brother)
Nor will I fly from that name, which long since
Had had the church's seal and approbation,
But for his jealous nature.

Don J. Sir, your pardon;

And all that was my anger, now my service. [we Duke. Fair sir, I knew I should convert you; had But that rough man here now too

Don J. Why, the man has his mare again, and The Duke professes freely he's her husband. Don F. 'Tis a good hearing.

Don J. Yes, for modest gentlemen;

I must present you-May it please your grace,
To number this brave gentleman, my friend,
And noble kinsman, among these your servants.
He is truly valiant, and modest to converse with.
Duke. Oh, my brave friend! you shower your
bounties on me.
[ber
Amongst thy best thoughts, signior, in which num-
You being worthily disposed already,
May freely place your friend.

[brother,

Don. F. Your grace honours me. Petr. Why, this is wond'rous happy. But now, Now comes the bitter to our sweet: Constantia ! Duke. Why, what of her?

Petr. Nor what, nor where do I know: [ledge, Wing'd with her fears, last night, beyond my knowShe quit my house, but whither

Don. F. Let not that

Fran. This is the maddest mischief: never fool was so fobbed off as I am, made ridiculous, and to myself mine own ass; trust a woman! I'll trust the devil first, for he dares be better than his word sometimes. Pray tell me, in what observance have I ever failed her?

Man. Nay, you can tell that best yourself.
Fran. Let us consider.

Enter Don FREDERICK and Don JOHN.
Don F. Let them talk, we'll go on before.
Fran. Where didst thou meet Constantia, and
this woman?

Don F. Constantia! what are these fellows? Stay by all means. [They listen. Man. Why, sir, I met her in that great street that comes from the market-place, just at the turning by a goldsmith's shop.

Don F. Stand still, John.

Petr. Nay, sink not,

She cannot be so lost.

Don J. Nor shall not, gentlemen;

Be free again, the lady's found: That smile, sir, Shows you distrust your servant.

Duke. I do beseech you.

[safe.

Don J. You shall believe me; by my soul, she's
Duke. Heaven knows I would believe, sir.
Don F. You may safely.

Don J. And under noble usage: This modest gentleman

Speak, Frederick.

Don J. 'Tis she, Frederick.

Don F. But who that he is, John?

Fran. I do not doubt to bolt them out, for they must certainly be about the town. Ha! no more words. Come, let's be gone. [Francisco and Man seeing Don J. and F. they retire.]

Don F. Well.

Don J. Very well.

Don F. Discreetly.

Don J. Finely carried.

Don F. You have no more of these tricks? Don J. Ten to one, sir.