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Don J. That's a lie.
Don F. And trusty,
[Aside. Which nature and the liberal world make custom; And nothing but fair honour! dear honour! sweet
Beyond your wishes; valiant to defend,
I am not honest this way. Oh! the traitor!
And calls himself Petruchio.
And whiter than the lily; and then, her eyes!
Don F. 'Twas given him by that gentleman,
1 Con. It had almost cozen'd me.
For, not to lie, when I saw that, I look'd for
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;
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
My sanctuary, and shield a woe-sick heart
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,
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
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.
I will not be thus treated, that I will not.
Thou took'st me up at every word I spoke,
And thou think'st, because thou canst write and read,
Don F. Dare you, sirrah?
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?
1 Con. What, no way to divert this certain danger?
Don F. Impossible! their honours are engag'd.
Which, gen'rous sir, I shall no sooner hear of,
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
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?
He brought home one; I pity her that bore it.
(For wise I dare not call her) was the mother.
1 Con. How?
1 Con. Was it a boy, too? Land. A brave boy!
1 Con. May I see it?
For there is a neighbour of mine, a gentlewo
Surg. Why, he will have fiddlers, and make I would know further of; now if you please
them play and sing it to him all the while. Gent. An odd fancy, indeed!
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
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
To be so courteous to me
Land. You shall see it:
But what do you think of these men,
Land. No more words then; do that,
Land. Within this half hour.
Let's in, and then think better.
SCENE IV.-Near the Castle of the Duke. Enter PETRUCHIO, Don JOHN, and FREDERICK. Don J. Sir, he is worth your knowledge, and a
(If I that so much love him, may commend him
And once more I pronounce you both mine.
What troop is that below i' th' valley there
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,
[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,
[Shearing his hat
Duke. Now, stay you, sir,
And hear me a little. This gentleman's
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,
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.
Enter Don FREDERICK and Don JOHN.
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.
Duke. No more, good sir, I have heard too much. something as they went along, that makes me guess it.
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.
Don J. You shall believe me; by my soul, she's
Don J. And under noble usage: This modest gentleman
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.