Ant. I do not know, Sir, but he fhews a man

Of no mean reckoning.

Fred. Let him fhew his name,

And then return a little wifer.

How do you like her, John ?

John. As well as you, Frederick,

For all I am honeft; you shall find it too.
Fred. Art thou not honest?

John. Art thou an ass ?

LExit Ant.

And modeft as her blushes! What blockhead
Would e'er have popp'd out fuch a dry apology
For his dear friend? and to a gentlewoman,
A woman of her youth and delicacy?

They are arguments to draw them to abhor us..
An honeft moral man! 'tis for a contable;

A handfome man, a wholfome man, a tough man,
A liberal man, a likely man, a man

Made up like Hercules, unflack'd with service;
The fame to-night, to-morrow night, the next night,
And fo to perpetuity of pleasures:

Thefe had been things to hearken to, things catching
But you have fuch a spiced confideration,

"Such qualms upon your worship's confcience,

Such chilblains in your blood, that all things prick ye,,
Which nature and the liberal world make custom;
And nothing but fair hopoué, O fweet honour,
Hang up your eunuch honour. That I was truly,
And valiant, were things well put in, but modek!
A modeft gentleman! O, wit, were was't thou ?
Fred. Lam forry, Johm.

John. My lady's gentlewoman

Would laugh me to a fehool-boy, make me blush
With playing with my cod-piece point : fie on thee,
A man of thy discretion!

Fred It fhall be mended;

And henceforth ye shall have your due.

Enter Anthony.

John. I look for't. How now, who is't?
Ant. A gentleman of this city,

And calls himself Petruchio..

John. I'll attend him.

Enter ft Conftantia.

Con. How did he call himself?

Fred. Petruchio.

Does it concern ye ought?

Con. O, gentlemen,

The hour of my destruction is come on me,
I am difcover'd, loft, left to my ruin-

As ever ye have pity

John. Do not fear.

Let the great devil come, he shall come thro' me first :
Loft here, and we about ye!

Fred. Fall before us!

Con. O my unfortunate estate, all angers

Compar'd to his, to his

Fred. Let his and all men's,

[fake.

Whilst we have power and life, ftand up for Heaven's

Con. I have offended Heaven too; yet Heaven knowsJohn. We are all evil :

Yet Heaven forbid we should have our deserts.

What is he?

Con. Too, too near my offence, Sir:

O he will cut me piece-meal.

Fred. 'Tis no treafon ?

John. Let it be what it will; if he cut here,

I'll find him cut-work.

Fred. He must buy you dear,

With more than common lives.

John. Fear not, nor weep not:

By Heaven, I'll fire the town before ye perifh,
And then the more the merrier, we'll jog with ye.
Fred. Come in, and dry your eyes.

John. Pray no more weeping:

Spoil a fweet face for nothing! My return

Shall end all this, I warrant ye.

Con. Heaven grant it may.

Enter Petruchio with a letter.

[Exeunt.

Petr. This man fhould be of quality and worth By Don Alvaro's letter, for he gives

No flight recommendations of him :

I'll e'en make use of him.

Enter Don John.

John. Save ye, Sir. I am forry

My

My business was fo unmannerly, to make ye

Wait thus long here.

Petr. Occafions must be ferv'd, Sir:

But is your name Dohn John?

John. It is, Sir.

Petr. Then,

Firft for your own brave fake I muft embrace ye:
Next, for the credit of your noble friend,

Hernanda de Alvara, make ye mine:

Who lays his charge upon me in this letter
To look ye out, and

Whilft your occafions make you

refident

In this place, to fupply ye, love and honour ye;
Which had I known fooner

John. Noble, Sir,

You'll make my thanks too poor: I wear a fword, Sir, And have a fervice to be still difpos'd of,

As you shall please command it.

Petr. That manly courtesy is half my bufinefs, Sir:
And to be short, to make ye know I honour ye,
And in all points believe your worth-like oracle.
This day, Petruchio,

A man that may command the strength of this place,.
Hazard the boldest spirits, hath made choice

Only of you, and in a noble office.

John. Forward, I am free to entertain it.
Petr. Thus then,

I do befeech ye mark me.

John. I fhall, Sir.

Petr. Ferrara's Duke, would I might call him worthy But that he has raz'd out from his family,

As he has mine with infamy; this man,

Rather this powerful monfter, we being left

But two of all our houfe to stock our memories, [crafts, My fifter Conftantia and myself; with arts and witchVows and fuch oaths heaven has no mercy for,

Drew to dishonour this weak maid by stealth,

And fecret paffages I knew not of.

Oft he obtain'd his wifhes, oft abus'd her,
I am afham'd to fay the reft: this purchas'd,
And his hot blood allay'd, he left her,

And all our name to ruin.

John

John. This was foul play,

And ought to be rewarded fo.
Petr. I hope fo.

He fcap'd me yefter-night;

Which if he dare again adventure for

John. Pray, Sir what commands have you to lay on me ? Petr. Only thus; by word of mouth to carry him A challenge from me, that fo (if he have honour in him) We may decide all difference between us.

John. Fair and noble,

And I will do it home. When fhall I vifit ye?

Petr. Please you

this afternoon, I will ride with you,

For at the castle fix miles hence, we are fure

To find him.

John. I'll be ready.

Petr. My man fhall wait here,

To conduct you to my house.

John. I fhall not fail ye.

Fred. How now?

Enter Frederick.

[Exit Petr.

John. All's well, and better than thou couldst expect, for this wench here is certainly no maid and I have hopes the is the fame that our two curious coxcombs have been fo long a hunting after..

Fred. Why do ye hope fo?

John. Why, becaufe first the is no maid, and next becaufe fhe is handfome; there are two reafon's for you: now do you find out a third, a better if you can. For take this, Frederick, for a certain rule, fince the loves the Sport, he'll never give it over; and therefore (if we have good luck) in time may fail to our fhare.

Fred. Very pretty reafons indeed! But I thought you – had known fome particular, that made you conclude this to be the woman.

John. Yes, I know her name is Constantia.

Fred. That now is fomething; but I cannot believe her dishonest for all this she has not one loofe thought about her.

John. It's no matter, the's loofe i' th' hilts, by heaven. There has been firring, fumbling with linen, Frederick.. Frad. There may be fuch a lip.

John. And will be, Frederick, whilft the old game's a-foot. I fear the boy too will prove hers I took up.

Fred. Good circumstances may cure all this yet.

John. There thou hit'ft it, Frederick. Come, let's walk in, and comfort her-that he is here, is nothing yet fufpected. Anon I fhall tell thee why her brother came (who by this light is a noble fellow) and what honour he has done to me, a stranger, in calling me to serve him. There be irons heating for fome, on my word, Frederick, [Excupt.

NOME, Sir, who is it keeps your mafter company?

Co

Ant. I fay to you, Don John.

Land. I fay what woman?

Ant. I fay fo too.

Land. I fay again, I will know.

Ant. I fay 'tis fit you should.

Land. And I tell thee he has a woman here.
Ant. I tell thee 'tis then the better for him.
Land. Was ever gentlewoman

So frumpt up with a fool? Well, faucy, firrah,
I will know who it is, and to what purpose.

I

pay the rent, and I will know how my house
Comes by thefe inflammations. If this geer hold,
Beft hang a fign. poft up, to tell the Signiors,
Here you may have lewdnefs at livery."

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Enter Frederick.

Ant. 'Twould be a great ease to your age.
Fred. How now?.

What's the matter, Landlady?

Land. What's the matter!

Ye ufe me decently among ye, gentlemen.
Fred. Who has abus'd her; You, Sir;
Land. Od's m witness,

I will not be thus toeated, that I will not.

Ant