Tra. Yes, if ye dare.
Row.
Sweare to all these.
Tra.
I will.
Row.
As thou art honest, as thou hast a conscience,
As that may wring thee if thou lyest;
all these
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To be no vision, but a truth, and
serious.
Tra.
Then by my honesty, and faith, and conscience;
All this is certaine.
Row.
Let's remove our places.
Sweare it again.
Tra.
By____tis true.
Row.
I have lost then, and Heaven knows I am glad ont.
Let's goe, and tell me all, and tell
me how,
For yet I am a Pagan in it.
Tra.
I have a Priest too,
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And all shall come as even as two
Testers.
Exeunt.
Scæna Quarta.
Enter
Petronius, Sophocles, Moroso, and Petruchio born
in a Coffin.
Petron.
Set down the body, and one call her out.
Enter Maria in blacke, and
Jaques.
You are welcome to the last cast
of your fortunes;
There lies your husband, there your
loving husband,
There he that was Petruchio,
too good for ye;
Your stubborn, and unworthy way
has kild him
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Ere he could reach the Sea; if ye
can weep,
Now ye have cause begin, and after
death
Do something yet to th'world, to
thinke ye honest.
So many teares had sav'd him, shed
in time;
And as they are (so a good mind
goe with 'em)
Yet they may move compassion.
Mar.
Pray ye all heare me,
And judge me as I am, not as you
covet,
For that would make me ye more miserable:
Tis true, I have cause to grieve,
and mighty cause;
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And truely and unfainedly I weep
it.
Soph.
I see there's some good nature yet left in her.
Mar.
But what's the cause? mistake me not, not this
As he is dead, I weep for; Heaven
defend it, (man,
I never was so childish: but his
life,
His poore unmanly wretched foolish
life,
Is that my full eyes pity, there's
my mourning.
Petron.
Dost thou not shame?
Mar.
I do, and even to water,
To think what this man was, to think
how simple,
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How far below a man, how far from
reason,
From common understanding, and all
Gentry,
While he was living here he walkt
amongst us.
He had a happy turn he dyed; ile
tell ye,
These are the wants I weep for,
not his person:
The memory of this man, had he liv'd
But two yeers longer, had begot
more follies,
Then wealthy Autumne flyes: But
let him rest,
He was a foole, and farewell he;
not pitied,
I meane in way of life, or action
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By any understanding man that's
honest;
But onely in's posterity, which
I
Out of the feare his ruines might
out live him
In some bad issue, like a carefull
woman,
Like one indeed born onely to preserve
him,
Denyd him meanes to raise.
Petru.
Unbutton me,
---I die indeed else? O Maria,
Oh my unhappinesse, my misery.
Petron.
Go to him whore;---if he perish,
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Ile see thee hang'd my selfe.
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Petru. Why, why Maria.
(give me;
Mar.
I have done my worst, and have my end, for-
From this houre make me what you please:
I have tam'd
And now am vowd your servant: Look
not strangly, (ye,
Nor feare what I say to you. Dare you
kisse me?
Thus I begin my new love.
Petru.
Once againe?
Mar.
With all my heart.
Petru.
Once again Maria!
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O Gentlemen, I know not where I am.
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Soph.
Get ye to bed then: there you'l quickly know sir.
Petru.
Never no more your old tricks?
Mar.
Never sir.
Petru.
You shall not need, for as I have a faith
No cause shall give occasion.
Mar.
As I am honest,
And as I am a maid yet, all my life
From this houre since, since ye make
so free profession,
I dedicate in service to your pleasure.
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Soph.
I marry, this goes roundly off.
Petru.
Go Jaques,
Get all the best meat may be bought
for money,
And let the hogsheds blood, I am born
again:
Well little England,
when I see a husband
Of any other Nation stern or jealous,
Ile wish him but a woman of thy breeding,
And if he have not butter to thy bread,
Till thy teeth bleed, ile never trust
my travell.
Enter Rowland, Livia, Byancha, and Tranio.
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Petro.
What have we here?
Row.
Another morris, sir.
That you must pipe too.
Tra.
A poore married couple
Desire an offering sir.
Bya.
Never frown at it,
You cannot mend it now: there's your
own hand;
And yours Moroso, to confirme
the bargaine.
Petron.
My hand?
Mor.
Or mine?
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Bya.
You'l finde it so.
Petron.
A trick,
By---a trick.
Bya.
Yes sir, we trickt ye.
Liv.
Father.
Petro.
Hast thou lyen with him? speake?
Liv.
Yes truly sir.
Petro.
And hast thou done the deed boy?
Row.
I have done sir,
That, that will serve the turne, I
think.
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Petru.
A match then,
Ile be the maker up of this: Moroso,
There's now no remedy you see, be willing;
For be, or be not, he must have the
wench.
Mor.
Since I am over-reach'd, let's in to dinner,
And if I can Ile drink't away.
Tra.
That's wel said.
Petro.
Well sirha, you have playd a tricke, look to't,
And let me be a grandsire within's
twelvemoneth,
Or by this hand, Ile curtaile halfe
your fortunes.
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Row.
There shall not want my labour sir: your money;
Here's one has undertaken.
Tra.
Well, Ile trust her,
And glad I have so good a pawn.
Row.
Ile watch ye.
Petru.
Lets in, and drink of all hands, and be joviall:
I have my colt again, and now she carries;
And Gentlemen, whoever marries next,
Let him be sure he keep him to his
Text.
Exeunt. |
