SAUNY the SCOT. OR, THE Taming of the Shrew.   

Sauny the Scott: OR, THE Taming of the Shrew: A COMEDY.  
As it is now ACTED at the THEATRE-ROYAL.  
Written by J. LACEY, Servant to His MAJESTY.  
And Never before Printed.  
Then I'll cry out, Swelled with Poetic Rage,  
'Tis I, John Lacie, have Reformed your Stage.  
Prol. to Rehearse.  
London, Printed and Sold by E. Whitlock, near Stationers-Hall. 1698.   

ACTORS NAMES.  

LOrd Beaufoy.  
Woodall  
Petruchio, the Tamer.  
Geraldo  
Tranio  
Sir Lionel Winlove  
Winlove, his Son.  
Snatchpenny  
jamy,  
Sauny, the Scott.  
Curtis, And other Serving-men.  
Philip, And other Serving-men.  
Margaret the Shrew.  
Biancha, her Sister.  
Mr. johnson.  
Mr. powel.  
Mr. Thomas.  
Mr. Harland.  
Mr. Mills.  
Mr. Penkethman.  
Mr. Hains.  
Mr. Bullock.  
Mrs. Verbrugen.  
Mrs. Cibber.    

SAUNEY the SCOT: OR, The Taming of the SHREW.  
Enter Winlove, and his Man Tranio. Win. 
I Am quite weary of the Country Life; there is that Little thing the World calls Quiet, but there is nothing else; Clowns live and die in't, whose Souls lie hid here, and after Death their Names: My Kinder Stars, (I thank 'em) have Winged my Spirit with an Active Fire, which makes me wish to know what Men are Born for, to Diet a Running Horse, to give a Hawk casting, to know Dogs Names; These make not Men; no, 'tis Philosophy, 'tis Learning, and Exercise of Reason to know what's Good and Virtuous, and to break our Stubborn and Untempered Wills, to Choose it; This makes us Imitate that Great Divinity that Framed us.  Tran. 
I thought you had Learned Philosophy enough at Oxford, what betwixt Aristotle on one side, and Bottle-Ale on the other, I am confident you have arrived at a Pitch of Learning and Virtue sufficient for any Gentleman to set up with in the Country, that is, to be the Prop of the Family.  Winl. 
My Father's Fondness has kept me so long in the Country, I've forgot all I'd Learned at the University: Besides, take that at Best, it but Roughcasts us; No, London is the Choicest Academy, 'tis that must Polish us, and put a Gloss upon our Country-Studies; Hither I'm come at last, and do resolve to Glean many Vices. Thou, Tranio, hast been my Companion, still one Bed has held us, one Table fed us; and tho' our Bloods give me Precedency (that I count Chance) My Love has made us Equal, and I have found a frank return in thee.  Tran. 
Such a Discourse commands a Serious Answer; Know then, your Kindness tells me, I must Love you: The Good you have Taught me Commands me to Honour you; I have Learned, with you, to hate Ingratitude; But setting those aside, for thus I may seem to do it: for my own sake, be assured, I must Love you, though you hate me; I neither look at Vice nor Virtue in you, but as you are the Person I dote on.  Win. 
No more; I do believe and know thou lov'st me: I wonder jamy stays so long behind: You must look out to get me handsome Lodgings, sit to receive such Friends the Town shall bring me; you must take care of all, for I'm resolved to make my Study my sole Business; I'll live handsomely, not over high, nor yet beneath my Quality.  Enter Beaufoy, Margaret, Biancha, Woodall, and Geraldo. But stay a little, What Company's this? Beau. 
Gentlemen, Importune no farther, you know my firm Resolve, not to bestow my Youngest Daughter, before I have a Husband for the Elder; if either of you both Love Pegg, because I know you well, and love you well: You shall have freedom to Court her at your Pleasure.  Wood 
That is to say, we shall have leave to have our Heads broken, a prime Kindness, by'ur Lady, she's too rough for me; There, Geraldo, take her for me, if you have any Mind to a Wife; to her, you are Young, and may clap Trammel's on her, and strike her to a Pace in time; I dare not deal with her, I shall never get her out of her high Trot.  Marg. 
'Tis strange, Sir, you should make a Stale of me among these Mates thus.  Geral. 
Mates, Madam, 'Faith, no Mates for you, unless you were a little Tamer; woe worth him that has the Breaking of you?  Marg. 
Take heed I don't bestow the Breaking of your Calf's Head for you; You Mate, Marry come up; go, get you a Sempstress, and run in Score with her for Muckenders to dry your Nose with, and Marry her at last to pay the Debt: And you there, Goodman Turnep-eater, with your Neats-Leather Phisnomy, I'll send your Kitchen-wench to liquour it this Wet-weather; Whose old Boötes was it cut out of?  Ger. 
From all such Potticoate Devils deliver us I pray.  Tran. 
Did you ever see the like, Sir? that Wench is either stark Mad, or wonderful Froward.  Wood 
I can't tell, but I had as live take her Dowry with this condition, to be whipped at Chairing-cross every morning.  Ger. 
Faith as you say, there's small choice in rotten Apples, but since 'tis as 'tis, let us be Friendly Rivals, and endeavour for a Husband for Margaret, that Biancha may be free to have one, and then he that can win her, wear her.  Wood 
I would give the best Horse in Smithfield to him that would throughly Woe her, Wed her, and Bed her, and rid the House of her, to carry her far enough of, well come agreed.  Exit. Tran. 
But pray Sir, is't possible that Love should of a sudden take such hold of you.  Win. 
O Tranio, till I found it to be true, I never found it possible, but she has such attractive Charms, he were a stone that did not Love her, I am all fire, burn, pine, perish Tranio, unless I win her; Counsel me, and Assist me, Dear Tranio.  Tran. 
Are all your Resolutions for Study come to this? you have got a book will hold you tack, you are like to be a fine Virtuoso, now must we to a Chemist to set his Still a going for Philters— Love Powders and Extracts of Sighs and Highoe's.  Win. 
Nay Tranio, do not make Sport with my Passion, it is a thing so deeply rooted here, it cannot die, but it must take me with it; help me, or hope not long to see thy Master?  Tran. 
Nay Sir, if you are so far gone there's no remedy, we must contrive some way, but 'twill be difficult; for you know her Father has mewed her up, and till he has rid his hands of her Sister there's no coming near her.  Win. 
Ah, Tranio, what a cruel Father's he, but don't you remember what care he took to provide Masters for her.  Tran. 
I Sir, and what of all that?  Win. 
You're a Fool, can't I be perfered to her, to teach her French, I have a good command of the Language, and it may be easily done.  Tran. 
I don't apprehend the easiness of it; for who shall be Sir Lyonels Son here in Town? To ply his Studies, and welcome his Friends, visit his Kindred, and entertain 'em.  Win. 
Be content, I have a Salve for that too; we have not yet been seen in any House, nor can be distinguished by our Faces, for Man or Master. Then it follows thus, you Tranio must be young Winlove in my stead, and bear yourself according to my rank; I'll be an ordinary French Master about the Town, the time I stayed in France, in that will help me, it must be so. Come, come, unease, and take my Cloths and when we're at our Lodgings, we'll make a full change; when jamy comes he waits on thee, but first I'll charm his Tongue.  Tran. 
'Twill be needful, since this is your Pleasure I'm tied to be Obedient, for so your Father charged me at your Parting, although I think 'twas in another sense; In short I'm ready to serve you, and assist you in your Enterprise.  Enter Jamy. Win. 
Here comes the Rogue. Sirrah, Where have you been?  jam. 
Where have I been? Pray how now Master, where are you Master, has Tranio Stolen your clothes, or you his, or both?  Winl. 
Sirrah come hither, this is not time to Jest. Some weighty Reason makes me take this Habit; inquire not; you shall know 'em time enough; mean while wait you on Tranio in my stead I charge you as becomes you, you understand me.  jam. 
ay, Sir, ne'er a whit.  Win. 
And not of Tranio; one word in your Mouth, he's turned to Winlove.  jam. 
The better for him, would I were so too.  Tran. 
When I am alone with you, why then I am Tranio still, in all places else, your Master Winlove.  Winl. 
Tranio, let's go, one thing yet remains, which you must by no means neglect, that is, to make one amongst these Wars; Ask me not why, but be satisfied, my Reasons are both good and weighty.  Tran. 
I obey, Sir.  [Exeunt.  

ACT II.  Enter Petruchio, and his Man Sauny. Pet. 
SIrrah, leave off your Scotch, and speak me English, or something like it.  Saun. 
Good will I Sir.  Pet. 
I think we have Ridden Twenty Miles in Three hours, Sawny are the Horses well Rubbed down and Littered.  Saun. 
Deel O my Saul, Sir, I ne'er Scrubbed my cell better than I Scrubbed your Naggs.  Pet. 
And thou needest Scrubbing, I'll say that for thee, thou Beastly Knave; Why do ye not get yourself Cured of the Mange.  Saun. 
S'breed, Sir, I would ne'a be cured for a Thousand Pund; there's nea a Lad in awe Scotland but Loves it; Good Sawny might hang himsel an it were not for Scratting and Scubbing.  Pet. 
Why so Prithee?  Saun. 
When ye gea ' tull a Lady's House ye are Blithe and Bonny Sir, and got good Meat, but the Devil a bit gat's Sawndy, mere than Hunger and Cawd, Sir; Ba then, Sir, when awe the Footmen stan still Sir, and ha' nothing to day, than geese Saundy tul his Pastime, Scratten and Scrubben.  Pet. 
Dost call it Pastime?  Saun. 
A my Saul de I Sir; I take as Muckle Pleasure, Sir, in Scratten and Scrubben, as ye the in Tiplin and Mowing.  Pet. 
Nay, if it be so, keep it, and much good may it d'ye. This is my old Friend Geraldo's Lodgings, for whose sake now I am come to Town, I hope he's at home; there Sauny, Knock.  Saun. 
Wuns, Sir, I see nean to Knock boe ' yer ean sell, Sir.  Pet. 
Sirrah, I say Knock me soundly at this Gate.  Saun. 
Out, Out, in the Muccle Dee'ls Name t' ye; you'll gar me strike ye, and then ye'l put me a-wau, Sir, with you're favour I'll ne'er do't Sir: Good an ye ne ken when ye an a gued Man, S'breed I wilt when I've a gued Master, ye's bang yer Sel for Saundy.  Pet. 
Rogue, I'll make you understand me.  [Beats him. Saun. 
Good an yeed give Sawndy ea bang are twa mere e that place, for I can ne'er come at it to Scrat it my sell Sir.  Pet. 
Yes thus, Sir.  Saun. 
The Devil faw your Fingers, I may not beat yea o' ye're e'en Dunghill, Sir, bot gi'en I had yea in Scotland, Is'e ne give yea a Bawbee for your Lugs.  Enter Geraldo. Ger. 
How now Sauny, What Crying out? Dear Petruchio, most welcome; When came you to Town? What Quarrel is this 'twixt you and Sauny? I pray let me Compose the Difference, and tell me now what happy Gale droye you to Town, and why in this Habit? Why in Mourning?  Pet. 
A common Calamity to us young Men, my Father has been Dead this four Mouths.  Ger. 
Trust me I am sorry, a good old Gentleman.  Saun. 
Give your gate Sir, ge yet gate, on ye be fow a grief you're nea Friend, Sir, we are blithe and bonny, Sir, we ne'er woo for't.  Pet. 
Sirrah, you long to be basted.  Saun. 
Gad do I not, Sir.  Pet. 
Hither I come to try my Fortunes, to see if good luck and my Friends will help me to a Wife; Will you wish me to one?  Ger. 
What qualifications do you look for?  Pet. 
Why Money, a good Portion.  Ger. 
Is that all?  Pet. 
All Man? all other things are in my making.  Ger. 
I shall come roundly to you, and wish you to a Rich Wife, but her Face—  Pet. 
That shall break no Squares, a Mask will mend it, wealth is the burden of my Wooing Song. If she be Rich, I care not if she want a Nose or an Eye, any thing with Money.  Saun. 
De ye nea gi' him Creedit Sir, I would a halped him tul a Highland Lady with Twanty thousand pund; Good he would nea have her, Sir.  Pet. 
Sirrah, your Twenty thousand pounds' Scotch will make but a Pitiful English portion.  Saun. 
Good Sir, Bo a Muckle deal of Scotch Punds is as gued as a Little deal of English Punds.  Ger. 
She has nothing like this, but a thing worse, she has a Tongue that keep's more Noise than all that ever Moved at Billingsgate.  Pet. 
Pish, a trifle; Where lives she? I long to be Wooing her, let me alone with her Tongue, I'm in Love with the news of it, who is't? who is't? I'm resolved for her or Nobody.  Ger. 
But look before you Leap, Sir, and say you were warned.  Saun. 
Out, out, he can nea break his Cragg upon her, Good an yeed venture your bonny Lass, I'll venture my bonna Lad at her, Sir.  Ger. 
Her Father is the brave Noble Beaufoy, her Name Margaret, famed about Town for a Vixen.  Pet. 
The Town's an Ass, come prithee show me the House, I will not sleep till I see her, I know her Father. Nay, I am resolved man, come prithee come.  Saun. 
Wun's man an she be a Scawd, awaw with her, awaw with her, and johnee johnstons' Curse go with Her.  Ger. 
Prithee what's that?  Saun. 
That is, the Deel creep into her weem t'ith very bottom on't that's to the Croone gued faith of her head.  Ger. 
Well Sir, if you are resolved, I'll wait on you; to say the truth, 'twill be my great advantage, for if you win her, I shall have liberty to see her younger Sister sweet Biancha, to whose fair Eyes I am a Votary, and you in order to my Love Petruchio must help me, I'll tell you why, and how you must prefer me as a Musick-Master to old Beaufoy.  Pet. 
I understand you not.  Saun. 
He'd ha' ye make him her Piper, Sir, gued at yeed make Sanndy her Piper, wun's Ide sea blea her Pipe.  Pet. 
Sirrah be quiet, what I can I'll serve you in; But who comes here Geraldo?  Enter Woodall and Winlove Disguised. Ger. 
'Tis Mr. Woodall, a rich old Citizen, and my Rival: Hark.  Saun. 
Out, out, What sud an awd Carl do with a young bonny Lass, are ye not an And thief, Sir.  Wood 
How!  Saun. 
Are ye not an And Man, Sir?  Wood 
Yes marry am I, Sir.  Saun. 
And are not ye to Marry a young Maiden?  Wood 
Yes, What then?  Saun. 
And are not ye troubled with a sear grief, Sir?  Wood 
A sear grief, what sear grief?  Saun. 
Your troubled with a great weakness i'th' bottom of your baly, what sid yea day with a young Maiden? Out, out, out.  Wood 
You understand me, your French Books treat most of Love; those use her too, and now and then you may urge something of my Love and Merit? besides her Father's bounty, you shall find me Liberal.  Win. 
monsieur, me will tell her the very fine ting of you, me vill make her Love you whether she can or Noah?  Wood 
Enough, Peace, here's Geraldo, your servant Sir, I am just going to Sir Nicholas Beaufoy to carry him this Gentleman, a Frenchman, most Eminent for teaching his Country Language.  Ger. 
I have a Master for Biancha too, but waving that, I have some news to tell you, I have found out a Friend that will Woo Margaret, What will you contribute, for he must be hired to't?  Wood 
Why I will give him forty Pieces in hand, and when he has done't, I'll double the Sum.  Ger. 
Done, Sir, I'll undertake it.  Saun. 
S'breed Sir, I'se got it done muckle Cheaper, for twanty Punds I'se day it my Sel.  Ger. 
Come, down with your Money, and the Bargain's made.  Wood 
But if He should not do it, I don't care for throwing away so much Money.  Ger. 
If he don't I'll undertake he shall refund.  Wood 
Why then here's ten Pieces, and that Ring I'll pawn to you for another's Forty, 'tis worth a Hundred; But does the Gentleman know her Qualities?  Pet. 
I Sir, and they are such as I am fond on; I would not be hired for any thing, to Woo a person of another Humour.  Enter Tranio brave, and Jamy. Tran. 
Save you Gentlemen; Pray which is the way to Sir Nicholas Beaufoy's House?  Wood 
Why Sir, what's your Business there? you pretend not to be a Servant to either of his Daughters, d' ye?  Tran. 
You are something blunt in your Questions, perhaps I do.  Pet. 
Not her that Chides, on any hand I pray.  Tran. 
I Love no Chiders; come jamy.  Ger. 
Pray stay Sir, Is it the other?  Tran. 
May be it is, Is it any offence?  Wood 
Yes 'tis Sir, she is my Mistress.  Ger. 
I must tell you Sir, she is my Mistress too.  Tran. 
And I must tell you both she is my Mistress; Will that content you? nay never frown for the Matter.  Saun. 
And I must tell ye all, there's little hopes for Saundy then.  Win. 
The Rogue does it rarely.  Pet. 
Nay, nay, Gentleman, no Quarrelling, unless it were to the purpose: Have you seen this young Lady Sir?  Tran. 
No Sir: but I'm in Love with her Character. They say she has a Sister moves like a Whirlwind.  Pet. 
Pray spare your Description Sir; that Furious Lady is my Mistress; and till I have Married her, Biancha is Invisible; her Father has Sworn it, and, till then, you must all move Forty foot off.  Tran. 
I thank you for your Admonition; I should have lost my Labour else; and since you are to do all of us the Favour, I shall be glad to be numbered among your Servants Sir.  Pet. 
You will honour me to accept of me for yours. But pray Sir let me know who obliges me with this Civility?  Tran. 
My Name is Winlove, Sir, a Worstershire Gentleman; where I have something, an Old Man's Death will Entitle me to, not inconsiderable. Come, Gentlemen, let's not fall out, at least till the Fair Biancha's at Liberty; Shall we go sit out half an hour at the Tavern, and Drink her Health?  Saun. 
Do my Bearns; and I'll Drink with ye to Countenance ye.  Pet. 
ay, I, agreed; Come, and then I'll to my Mistress.  Saun. 
Good these Lads are o' Saundyes Mind, they'll lather take a Drink, nor Flight.  [Exeunt. Enter Margaret and Biancha. Marg. 
Marry come up Proud Slut, Must you be making yourself Fine before your Elder Sister? You are the Favourite you are, but I shall make you know your Distance; Give me that Necklace, and those Pendants, I'll have that Whisk too, there's an old Handkerchief good enough for you.  Bianc. 
Here, take 'em, Sister, I resign 'em freely, I would give you all I have to Purchase your Kindness.  Marg. 
You Flattering Gipsy, I could find in my Heart to Slit your Dissembling Tongue; Come, tell me and without Lying, which of your Suitors you Love best? Tell me, or I'll beat you to Clouts, and Pinch thee like a Fairy.  Bian. 
Believe me Sister, of all Men alive, I never saw that Particular Face which I could Fancy more than another.  Marg. 
Huswife you Lie; and I could find in my Heart to Dash thy Teeth down thy Throat; I know thou Lov'st Goraldo.  Bian. 
If you Affect him Sister, I Vow to plead for you myself, but you shall have him.  Marg. 
O then belike you fancy Riches more, you Love Old Woodall.  Bian. 
That Old Fool: Nay now I see you but Jested with me all this while; I know you are not Angry with me.  Marg. 
If this be Jest, than all the rest is so: I'll make ye tell me e'er I have done with you Gossip.  Enter Beaufoy. Beau. 
Why now now Dame, Whence grows this Insolence? Biancha get thee in my Poor Girl; She Weeps; Fie, Peg, put off this Devilish Humour; Why dost thou Cross thy Tender Innocent Sister? When did she Cross thee with a Bitter Word?  Marg. 
Her Silence Flouts me, and I'll be Revenged.  [Flies at Biancha. Beau. 
What in my sight too? You scurvy Ill-natured Thing: Go, poor Biancha, get thee out of her way.  [Exit. Marg. 
What will you not suffer me; nay, now I see she is your Treasure; She must have a Husband; and I Dance Barefoot on her Wedding-Day: And for your Love to her, lead Apes in Hell. I see your care of me, I'll go and cry till I can find a way to be quit with her.  Exit. Beau. 
Was ever poor Man thus plagued?  Enter Woodal with Winlove Disguised, with Jamy carrying a Lute and Books, and Tranio. 
How now who's here?  Wood 
Sir your Servant, I am bold to wait on you to present you this Gentleman, an Acute teacher of the French Tongue, his Name's Mounsieur Mawgier, pray accept his service.  Beau. 
I am your debtor Sir, Mounsieur you're welcome.  Win. 
Me give you humble thanks Sir.  Beau. 
But what Gentleman is that?  Wood 
I don't love him so well to tell you his Errand, but he would come along with me, you had best ask him.  Tran. 
I beg you Pardon for my Intrusion, we heard your Fair and Virtuos Daughter Biancha, praised to such a height of Wonder, Fame has already made me her Servant; I've heard your Resolution not to Match her till her Eldest Sister be bestowed, mean while I beg Admittance like the rest to keep my hopes alive; this Lute Sir, and these few French Romances I would Dedicate to her Service.  Beau. 
Sir you oblige me, Pray your Name?  Tran. 
'Tis Winlove, Son and Heir to Sir Lionel Winlove.  Beau. 
My noble Friend, he has been my School-fellow; for his sake you are most kindly welcome, you shall have all the freedom I can give you.  Enter Sauny and Geraldo Disguised. Saun. 
Hand in hand, Sir, I'll go tell him my sel. Where is this Laird?  Beau. 
Here, Sir, What would you have, what are you?  Saun. 
Marry I'se can a bonny Scot, Sir.  Beau. 
A Scotchman is that all?  Saun. 
Wun's would ye have me a Cherub? I ha' brought ye a small teaken Sir.  Beau. 
But d'ye hear you Scot, don't you use to put off your Cap to your betters?  Saun. 
Marry we say in Scotland Gead Mourn till ye for awe the day, and sea put on our bonnets again, Sir; Bud Sir, I ha' brought ye a Teaken.  Beau. 
To me, where is't; from whence is your Teaken?  Saun. 
Marry from my good Master Petruchio, Sir; he has sen ye a Piper to teach your Bonny Lasses to Pipe, but gi'en yet let Sauny teach 'em? I'll pipe 'em sea Whim— Whum, their Arses shall ne'er leave giging and joging while their's a Tooth in their head.  Beau. 
Petruchio! I remember him now, How does thy Master?  Saun. 
Marry Sir, he means to make one of your Lasses his Wanch, that is his Love and his Ligby.  Beau. 
You are a Saucy Rogue.  Saun. 
Gud will a Sir, he'll taken you Lass with a Long Tangle that the Deel and Saundy won a venture on, but he's here his aun sell, Sir.  Enter Petruchio. Pet. 
Your most humble Servant.  Beau. 
Noble Petruchio welcome, I thank you for your kindness to my Daughters. Within there.  Enter Servant. 
Conduct these Gentlemen to my Daughters, tell 'em these are both to be their Masters, bid 'em use 'em Civil; take in that Lute, and those Books there, Petruchio I hear you have lost your Father lately.  Pet. 
'Tis true, but I hope to find another in you; in short I hear you have a fair Daughter called Margaret, the World says she is a Shrew; But I think otherwise, you know my Fortune, if you like my Person, with your Consent, I'll be your Son-in-Law.  Beau. 
I have such a Daughter, but I so much Love you, I would not put her into your hands, she'll make you mad.  Saun. 
Gud he's as mad as heart can wish, Sir, he need nea halp, Sir.  Pet. 
I'll venture it Father, so I'll presume to call ye; I'm as Peremptory, as she's Proud-minded: and where two Raging fires meet together they do consume the thing that feeds their fury; my Father's Estate I have bettered, not Embezzled, then tell me, if I can get your Daughter's Love, What Portion you will give?  Beau. 
After my Death the Moiety of my Estate, and on the Wedding day Three Thousand Pounds.  Pet. 
And I'll assure her Jointure answerable; get Writings drawn, I'll warrant you I'll carry the Wench.  Beau. 
Fair Luck betid you.  Enter Geraldo Bleeding. 
How now Man, What's the matter? Will my Daughter be a good Lutanist?  Ger. 
She'll prove a better Cudgel Player, Lutes will not hold her.  Beau. 
Why then thou canst not break her to thy Lute.  Ger. 
No, but she has broke the Lute to me; I did but tell her she mistook her frets, and bowed her head to teach her Fingring, Fretts call you these, (quoth she) and I'll fret with you, so fairly took me o'er the Pate with the Lute, and set me in the Pillory; and followed it with loud Volly's of Rogue, Rascal, Fidler, Jack, Puppy, and such like.  Pet. 
Now by the World I Love her ten times more than ere I did.  Saun. 
Gud, bo the De'll a bit ye wad her Sir, Wun's I'se nea gi' twa Pence for my Lugs gi'en you make her your Bride.  Pet. 
I'll warrant you Sauny, we'll deal with her well enough.  Beau. 
Well Sir, I'll make you Reperation, proceed still with my youngest Daughter, she's apt to Learn; Petruchio will you go with us, or shall I send my Daughter to you?  Pet. 
Pray do Sir, and I'll attend her here.  Exeunt Manut. Pet. Saun. Saun. 
Gud at ge gi' Saundy a little siler to gea to Scotland again.  Pet. 
Why Sauny, I have not used thee so unkindly.  Saun. 
Gud I'se nea tarry with a Scauding Quean Sir, yet the Devil faw my Lugs, if I'll ken which is worse, to tarry and venture my Cragg, or gea heam to Scotland.  Enter Margaret. Pet. 
Peace Sirrah, here she comes; now for a Rubbers at Cuffs. O Honey Pretty Peg, how dost thou do Wench?  Marg. 
Marry come up Ragmanners, Plain Peg? Where were you bred? I am called Mrs. Margaret.  Pet. 
No, no, thou liest Peg, thou'rt called plain Peg, and Bonny Peg, and sometimes Peg the Cursed, take this from me; Hearing thy Wildness praised in every Town, thy Virtues Sounded and thy Beauty spoke off: myself am moved to take thee for my Wife.  Marg. 
I knew at first you were a Movable.  Pet. 
Why what's a Movable.  Marg. 
A Joint Stool.  Pet. 
Thou hast hit it Peg, come sit upon me.  Marg. 
Asses were made to bear, and so were you.  Pet. 
Why now I see the World has much abused thee, 'twas told me thou wert rough and Coy, and Sullen, but I do find thee pleasant, Mild and Courteous; Thou canst not frown, nor Pout, nor bite the Lip as angry wenches do. Thou art all sweetness.  Marg. 
Do not Provoke me, I won't stand still and here myself abused.  Pet. 
What a Rogue was that told me thou wert Lame, thou art as straight as an Osier! and as Pliable, O what a rare walk's there! why there's a gate puts down the King of Frances best great Horse.  Saun. 
And the King of Scotland's tea.  Pet. 
Where didst thou Learn the grand Paw Peg? It becomes thee rarely.  Marg. 
Does it so saucebox? how will a halter become you with a running knot under one Ear?  Pet. 
Nay, no knot Peg, but the knot of Matrimony 'twixt thee and me, we shall be an Excellent Mad Couple well matched  Marg. 
I matched to thee? what to such a fellow with such a Gridiron face; with a Nose set on like a Candles end stuck against a Mud wall; and a Mouth to eat Milk Porridge with Ladles? Foh, it almost turns my Stomach to look on't.  Saun. 
Gud an your Stomach wamble to see his Face, What will ye day when ye see his Arse Madam.  Marg. 
Marry come up Abberdeen, take that [hits him a box on the Ear.] and speak next when it comes to your turn.  Saun. 
S'breed the Deel taken a gripe O yer faw fingers and Driss your Doublat for ye.  Pet. 
Take heed Peg, Sauny's a Desperate Fellow.  Marg. 
You're a couple of Logger heads Master and Man, that I can tell you.  Pet. 
Nay, nay, Stay Peg, for all this I do like thee, and I mean to have thee, in truth I am thy Servant.  Marg. 
Ay you, why then I'll give you a favour, and thus I'll tie it on, there's for you.  [beats him.] Saun. 
Out, out, I'se gea for Scotland, Gud an she beat ye Saundy's a Dead Man.  Pet. 
I'll swear I'll cuff you, if you Strike again.  Marg. 
That's the way to lose your Arms, if you strike a Woman, you are no Gentleman.  Pet. 
A Herald Peg? Prithee Blazon my Coat.  Marg. 
I know not your Coat, but your Crest is a Coxcomb.  [offers to go away. Pet. 
Stop her Sirrah, stop her.  Saun. 
Let her gea her gate Sir, a e'en twa Deels and a Scotch wutch, blaw her weeme full of Wind.  Pet. 
Stay her Sirrah, stay her, I say.  Saun. 
S'breed Sir, stay her yet sen, but hear ye Sir, an her tale gea as fast as her tang, Gud ye ha' meet with a Whupster, Sir.  Pet. 
Prithee Peg stay, and I'll talk to thee in Earnest.  Marg. 
You may pump long enough ere you get out a wise word, get a Night Cap to keep your brains warm.  Pet. 
I mean thou shalt keep me warm in thy Bed Peg, What think'st thou of that Peg? in plain terms without more ado I have your Father's Consent, your Portions agreed upon, your Jointure settled, and for your own part, be willing or unwilling all's one, you I will marry, I am resolved on't.  Marg. 
Marry come up Jack a Lent, without my Leave?  Pet. 
A Rush for your Leave, here's a Clutter with a troublesome Woman, rest you contented, I'll have it so.  Marg. 
You shall be baked first, you shall; within there, ha!  Pet. 
Hold, get me a Stick there Sauny; by this hand, deny to Promise before your Father, I'll not Leave you a whole rib, I'll make you do't and be glad on't.  Marg. 
Why you will not Murder me Sirrah? you are a couple of Rascals, I don't think, but you have picked my Pockets.  Saun. 
I'll sooner pick your tang out O' your head, nor pick your Pocket.  Pet. 
Come leave your idle prating, have you I will or no man ever shall, whoever else attempts it his throat will I Cut, before he lies one night with thee, it may be thine too for company; I am the Man am born to tame thee Peg.  Enter Beaufoy, Woodal and Tranio. 
Here comes your Father, never make denial, if you do, you know what follows.  Marg. 
The Devil's in this fellow, he has beat me at my own Weapon, I have a good mind to marry him to try if he can Tame me.  Beau. 
Now Petruchio, how speed you with my Daughter.  Pet. 
How but well, it were Impossible I should speed amiss, 'tis the best Naturd'st Lady—  Beau. 
Why how now Daughter, in your Dumps?  Marg. 
You show a Father's care indeed to Match me with this mad Hectoring Fellow.  Pet. 
She has been abused Father, most unworthily, she is not Cursed unless for Policy; for Patience, a second Grizel; betwixt us we have so agreed, the Wedding is to be on Thursday next.  Saun. 
Gud Saundy's gea for Scotland a Tuesday then.  Wood 
Hark Petruchio, she says she'll see you hanged first, is this your speeding? I shall make you refund.  Pet. 
Pish, that's but a way she has gotten, I have Wood her, Won her, and she's my own; we have made a bargin that before Company she shall maintain a little of her Extravagant Humour, for she must not seem to fall off from't too soon; when we are alone, we are the kindest, Lovingest, tenderest Chickens to one another! Pray Father provide the Feast, and bid the Guests, I must home to settle some things, and fetch some Writings in order to her Jointure.— Farewell Gallant, give me thy hand Peg.  Beau. 
I knot not what to say, but give me your hands, send you Joy; Petruchio, 'tis a Match.  Wood 
Tran. Amen say we, we all are Witnesses.  Marg. 
Why Sir d'ye mean to Match me in spite of my Teeth?  Pet. 
Nay, peace Peg, Peace, thou needst not be pevish before these, 'tis only before strangers according to our bargain; Come Peg, thou shalt go see me take horse, farewell Father.  Marg 
As I live I will not.  Pet. 
By this Light but you shall; nay, no testy tricks, away.  Exeunt. Saun. 
Gud I'll be your Lieutenant and bring up your rear Madam.  Exit. Wood 
Was ever match clapped up so suddingly?  Beau. 
Faith Gentlemen, I have ventured madly on a Desperate Mart.  Wood 
But now Sir, as to your younger Daughter, you may remember my long Love and Service.  Tran. 
I hope I may (without Arrogance Sir,) beg you to look on me as a Person of more Merit.  Beau. 
Content ye Gentlemen, I'll compound this strife, 'tis Deeds not Words must win the Prize: I love you both, but he that can assure my Daughter the Noblest Jointure has her, What say you Sir?  Wood 
I'll make it out my Estate is worth De clara, full Twenty Thousand Pounds, besides some ventures at Sea, and all I have, at my Disease I give her.  Tran. 
Is that all Sir? Alas 'tis too Light Sir, I am my Father's Heir, and only Son, and his Estate is worth Three thousand pound per Annum; that will aford a Jointure answerable to her Portion; no Debts, nor Encumbrances, No Portions to be paid— have I niped you, Sir.  Beau. 
I must confess your offer is the best, and let your Father make her this assurance, she is your own, else you must pardon me, if you should die before him, where's her Power?  Tran. 
That's but a Cavel, he's old, I young.  Wood 
And may not young men die as well as old, have I niped you there again?  Beau. 
Well, Gentlemen, I am thus resolved, on Thursday my Daughter Peg is to be Married; the Thursday following Biancha's yours, if you make this Assurance; if not, Mr. Woodall has her; and so I take my Leave, and thank you both.  [Exit. Wood 
Sir, your Servant; Now I fear you not: Alas, Young Man, your Father is not such a Fool, to give you all, and in his waning Age, set footing under your Table; You may go Whistle for your Mistress▪ ha, ha, ha.  [Exit. Tranio. 
A Vengeance on your Crafty Withered Hide. Yet 'tis in my head to do my Master good: I see no reason why this supposed young Winlove should not get a supposed Father, called, Sir Lionel Winlove, and that's a wonder, Fathers commonly get their Children, but here the Case must be altered.  
Love Brings such Prodigies as these to Town,  
For that, at Best, turns all things upside Down.  [Exit.  

ACT. III.  Enter Winlove, Geraldo, Biancha. Table covered with Velvet, Two Chairs and Guitar. A Paper Pricked with SONGS. Geral. 
PRay Madam, will you take out this Lesson on the Guitar.  Win. 
Here be de ver sine Story in de Varle of Mounsieur Apollo, And Madomoselle Daphne; Me vill Read you dat Madam.  Geral. 
Good Madam, mind not that Monsieur Shorthose; But Learn this Lesson first.  Win. 
Begar Monsieur Fideler, you be de vera fine troublesome Fellow, me vil make de great Hole in your Head wid the Guitar, as Margaret did.  Ger. 
This is no Place to Quarrel in: But Remember—  Bian. 
Why Gentlemen, you do me double wrong, to strive for that which Resteth in my Bare Choice: To end the Quarrel, sit down and Tune your Instrument, and by that time his Lecture will be done.  Gera. 
You'll leave his Lecture, when I am in Tune.  Bian. 
Yes, yes; Pray be satisfied: Come, Monsieur, let's see your Ode.  Win. 
I do suspect that Fellow, Sure he's no Lute-Master.  Bian. 
Here's the Place, Come Read.  [Reads. 
Do not Believe I am a Frenchman, my Name is Winlove; He that bears my Name about the Town, is my Man Tranio. I am your passionate Servant, and must live by your Smiles. Therefore be so good, to give Life to my hopes.  Gera. 
Madam, your Guitar is in Tune.  Bian. 
Let's hear; fie, there's a String split.  Win. 
Make de spit in the Whole Man, and Tune it again.  Bian. 
Now let me see. I know not how to believe you. But if it be true, Noble Mr. Winlove deserves to be beloved; and, in the mean time, keep your own Council; and it is not impossible but your Hopes may be Converted into Certainties.  Gera. 
Madam, now 'tis Perfectly in Tune.  Win. 
Fie, fie, Begar no Tune at all.  Bian. 
Now, Sir, I am for you.  Gera. 
Mounsieur, Pray walk now, and give me leave a while, my Lesson will make no Music in Three Parts.  Win. 
Me vil no trouble you Mounsieur Fiddeller. I am confident it is so, this must be some Person that has taken a Disguise, like me, to Court Biancha; I'll watch him.  (Aside. Gera. 
First, Madam, be pleased to Sing the Last Song that I Taught you, and then we'll proceed.  Bian. 
I'll try, but I'm afraid I shall be out.  SONG. Gera. 
Madam, before you proceed any farther, there be some few Rules set down in this Paper, in order to your Fingering, will be worth your Perusal.  Bian. 
Let's see.  (Reads. 
Tho' I appear a Lute-Master, yet know my fair Biancha, I have but taken this disguise to get Access to you, and tell you I am your humble Servant, and Passionate Admirer, Geraldo. Pish, take your Rules again, I like 'em not the old way pleases me best, I do not care for changing old Rules, for these Foolish new Inventions.  Enter Servant. Seru. 
Madam my Lord calls for you to help dress the Bride.  Bian. 
Farewell then Master, I must be gone.  Exeunt Ger. 
I know not what to think of her, this fellow looks, as if he were in Love, and she carresses him. These damned French men, have got all the trade in Town, if they get up all the handsome Women, the English must e'en march into Wales for Mistersses; well, if thy thoughts Biancha are grown so low, to cast thy wandering Eyes on such a kikshaw, I'm resolved to ply my Widow.  Exit. Win. 
I am glad I'm rid of him, that I may speak my Mother Tongue again, Biancha has given me hopes, I dare half believe she Loves me.  Enter Beaufoy, Woodal, Tranio, Margaret, Biancha, and Attendants 
But here's her Father.  Beau. 
Believe me Gentlemen, 'tis very strange! This day Petruchio appointed, yet he comes not; methinks he should be more a Gentleman, then to put such a slur upon my Family.  Marg. 
Nay, you have used me sinely, and like a Father; I must be forced to give my hand against my will, to a rude mad brained Fellow here; who Wooed in haste, and means to Wed at Leisure. this comes of obeying you, if I do't again, were you ten thousand Fathers hang me.  Tran. 
Be Patient Madam, on my life he'll come; though he be blunt and merry, I'm sure he's Noble; good Madam, go put on your Wedding clothes, I know he'll be with you ere you be Dressed.  Marg. 
Wedding clothes, I'll see him hanged before I'll have him, unless it be to scratch his Eyes out.  Exit weeping. Beau. 
Poor Girl! I cannot blame thee now to weep, for such an Injury would vex a Saint; Tho I am old, I shall find some body will call him to a strict Account for this.  Enter Jamy. jam. 
O Master, News! News! and such News as you never heard off.  Beau. 
Why what News have you, Sir?  jam. 
Is't not News to hear of Petruchio's Coming?  Beau. 
Why, is he come?  jam. 
Why, no my Lord.  Beau. 
What then Sirrah?  jam. 
He's coming Sir.  Beau. 
When will he be here?  jam. 
When he stands where I am and sees you there.  Beau. 
Well sirrah, is this all the News?  jam. 
Why Petruchio is coming in a new Hat, and an old Jerkin, a pair of Breeches thrice turned, a pair of Boots that have been Candle-cases; an old rusty Sword with a broken hilt, and never a Chape, upon an old Lean, Lame, Spavined, Glandered, Broken-winded Jade, with a Woman's Crupper of Velvit, here and there pieced with packthreed.  Tran. 
Who comes with him?  jam. 
O Sir, his Man Sauny, and in an Equippage very suitable to his Master, he looks no more like a Christian Footman, than I look like a Windmill.  Wood 
This is a most strange Extravagant Humour.  Beau. 
I'm glad he comes however he be!  Enter Petruchio and Sauny strangely Habbited. Pet. 
Come, Where be these Gallants, who's at home?  Beau. 
You're Welcome Sir, I'm glad you're come at last.  Tran. 
I think I have seen you in better clothes.  Pet. 
Never, never, Sir, this is my Wedding Suit; Why how now, how now Gentlemen, What d'ye stare at, d'ye take me for a Monster?  Wood 
Faith in that Habit you might pass for one in the Fair.  Pet. 
O you talk merrily, my Tailor tells me it is the newest Fashion: But where's my Peg? I stay too long from her, the Morning wears, 'tis time we were at Church.  Tran. 
Why you won't Visit her thus.  Pet. 
Marry but I will.  Saun. 
And sea will Saundy ten Sir.  Beau. 
But you will not Marry her so will you?  Saun. 
A my Saul sal he Sir.  Pet. 
To me she's Married, not to my clothes; Will ye along Father and Gentlemen? I'll to Church immediately, not tarry a minute.  Saun. 
Here ye Sir, ye shall Marry her after the Scotch Directory, then gi'en ye like her not, ye maw put her awaw, How say ye now?  Exit. Pet. and Saun. Tran. 
He has some meaning in this mad Attire, but you must persuade him to put on a better, ere he goes to Church  Beau. 
Let's after and see what will become of it.  Exit. Tran. 
Well Sir, you find there's no other way, 'tis too short warning to get your Father up; should you Steal the Match, who knows but both the old Fools would so deeply resent it to your Prejudice.  Win. 
Why Prithee this way it will be Stolen for 'tis but a Cheat, which will be in a little time Discovered.  Tran. 
That's all one, it Carries a better face, and we shall have the more sport; besides e'er it comes out, your Father may be wrought to like it, and Confirm my Promises; She is suitable to you every way, and she is rich enough to do it, and Loves you well enough besides.  Win. 
Well if it must be so, let's contrive it handsomely.  Tran▪ 
Let me alone, jamy shall do the business, he shall find out some Knight of the Post, that shall be old Sir Lyonel Winlove here, and make Assurance of a greater Jointure than I proposed; ne'er fear it Sir, I'll so Instruct him, it shall be carried without the least Suspicion.  Win. 
Ay but you know old Beaufoy knows my Father.  Tran. 
That's nothing, 'tis so many years since he saw him, he will never distinguish him by his face.  Win. 
This may be done, but notwithstanding all did not my fellow Teacher, that damned Lute-master so nearly watch us, 'twould not be amiss to steal a Marriage, and that once performed, let all the World say no, I'll keep my own.  Tran. 
That we may think on too; this same Lute-Master I more than half suspect.  Win. 
And so do I  Tran. 
I have missed a Gentleman out of the gang a good while, but let that pass, I have already sent jamy to find a Man.  Enter Woodall. 
To our postures, here's Mr. Woodall, he must be Choosed too among the rest, save you Sir, Came you from the Church?  Wood 
As willingly as e'er I came from School.  Tran. 
And is the Bride and Bridegroom coming home.  Wood 
A Bridegroom, why he's a Bridegroom for the Devil, a Devil, a very Fiend.  Tran. 
Why she's a Devil, an errand Devil; nay, the Devils Dam.  Wood 
But she's a Lamb, a Dove, a Child to him: When the Priest asked if he would take Margaret for his Wife, I by gog's wound's quoth he, and Swore so loud! that all amazed, the Priest le's fall the Book, and as the Sexton stooped to take it up, this mad brained Bridegroom took him such a cuff, that down fell Sexton Book and all again; now take it up quoth he if any list.  Tran. 
What said the poor Bride to this?  Wood 
Trembled and shook like an Aspen leaf; after this just as the Parson joined their hands, he called to his Roguy Scotchman, for a Glass of Muscadine, drank his Wife's Health, and threw the Toast in the Clarks face, because his Beard grew thin and hungry, then took the Bride about the Neck and gave her such a Smack the Church echoed again; the sight of this made me run away for shame, I know they are following by this time; but hark, I hear the Minstrels. Music.  Enter Beaufoy, Petruchio, Margaret, Biancha, Geraldo, Sauny, etc. Pet. 
Gentlemen and Friends I thank you for your Pains, I know you think to Dine with me to day, and have prepared great store of Wedding Cheer, but so it is, grand business calls me hence, and I take my leave.  Beau. 
Is't Possible you will away to night?  Pet. 
I must immediately, if you knew my business you would not wonder; well honest Gentlemen I thank you all, that have beheld me give away myself to this most Patient, Sweet and virtuous Wife; Dine with my Father here, and drink my health for I must hence, so farewell to you all.  Saun. 
Wun's will ye nea eat your Wadden Dunner, Sir?  Tran. 
Let us Entreat you to stay till after Dinner.  Pet. 
It must not be.  Marg. 
Let me Entreat you.  Pet. 
That will do much, I am Content.  Marg. 
Are you content to stay?  Pet. 
I am content you should Entreat me, but yet I will not stay entreat me how you can.  Marg. 
Now if you Love me stay.  Pet. 
I cannot, Sauny the Horses.  Saun. 
They have nea eaed their Wadden Dunner yet.  Pet. 
Sirrah get the Horses.  Marg. 
Nay then do what thou canst, I won't go to day, nor to morrow, nor till I please myself. The door is open Sir, there lies your way, you may be jogging while your boots be green.  Pet. 
O Peg content thee, Prithee be not angry.  Marg. 
I will be angry, What hast thou to do? Father he quiet, he shall stay my Leisure.  Wood 
I marry Sir, now it begins to Work.  Marg. 
Gentlemen forward to the Bridal Dinner; I see a Woman may be made a fool off, if she want Spirit to resist.  Pet. 
They shall go forward Peg at thy Command; Obey the Bride you that attend on her. Go to the Feast, Revel, Carouse, and Dance▪ be Mad or Merry, or go hang yourselves, but for my Bonny Peg she must with me; Nay look not big uppned, nor stamp, nor stair, nor fret; Come, come, gently, so so, so, that's my good Peg, I will be master of my own; She is my proper goods and Chattels; my House, my Ox, my Ass, my any thing: Look here she stands, touch her who dare, I'll make him smoke that offers to stop me in my way. Sauny unsheathe thy Dudgeon Dagger, we are beset with Thiefs, rescue thy Mistress if thou be'st a Man; fear not sweet Wench I'll Buckler thee against a Million; nay, come.  Marg. 
Will none of you help me?  Saun. 
The Deel a bit of Dunner ye got, Gud at ye would speak to your Cuke to gi' Saundy a little Mutton and Porridge to put in his Wallet.  Exeunt. Pet. Marg. Saun. Beau. 
Nay let 'em go, a couple of quiet ones.  Tran. 
Never was so mad a Match.  Beau. 
Well Gentlemen let's in, we have a Dinner, although we want a Bride and Bridegroom to it; Biancha you shall take your Sister's Room, and Mr. Winlove you may Practise for a Bridegroom.  Execunt. Wood 
Mounsieur how do ye find my Mistress inclined?  Win. 
Me can no tell dat yet, but in time Mounsieur sal inform you.  Wood 
Pray Ply her close, here's something for you.  Exit Woodall. Win, 
Me tank you, Sir; Ha, ha, ha, I must go tell this to my Biancha.  Exit Winlove. Tran. 
Hark ye Sir, you may inform me, Pray what think you, does Madam Biancha fancy any other but myself, she bears me fair in hand, pray discover Sir, I shall not be ungrateful?  Ger. 
Troth Sir, I think she's as all other Women are.  Tran. 
How is that pray?  Ger. 
Why Fickle and Foolish.  Tran. 
Why d' ye think so of her, she was always held Discreet?  Ger. 
No sober Man will think so, I tell you Sir, she cares neither for you, nor any Man, that's worth caring for; she's fall'n in Love with a monsieur Jack-daw, a fellow that teaches bad French, in worse English.  Tran. 
That fellow, why 'tis impossible.  Ger. 
'Tis true tho'.  Tran. 
Why I am confident he was employed by old Woodall as his Instrument to Court her for him.  Ger. 
If he were, he has spoken one word for him and two for himself.  Enter Winlove leading Biancha. 
See here they come hand in hand, stand close, perhaps your Eyes may convince you.  Win. 
Madam, you need not doubt my Passion; by those fair Eyes I swear (an Oath inviolable) you have made a Conquest over me so absolute, that I must die your Captive.  Tran. 
What does he say, what does he say?  Ger. 
I cannot hear, Listen.  Bian. 
I must believe you Sir, there's some strange power attends your Words, your Attractive Actions, and your Person, which is too strong for my weak resistance; you have won, but do not boast your Victory.  Tran. 
Nay then I see 'tis so, I cannot hold! Madam you must forgive my Interruption, you have used me kindly, fooled me with fine hopes, your Mounsieur there has read Excellent Lessons to you.  Bian. 
Sir, I understand you not.  Ger. 
That is, you won't.  Win. 
What be the matter Mounsieur Fiddler?  Ger. 
No Fiddler, nor no Lutanist Mounsieur, No point, but one that scorns to live in a Disguise; for such a one as leaves a Gentleman, to dote upon a Pardon a moy Jack-pudding; know, I am a Gentleman, my name Geraldo.  Bian. 
Alas, Sir, And have you been my Master all this while, and I never knew it?  Geral. 
Yes, Sweet Lady, you did know it; I see you have a Little Spice of Peg in you: But I have done with you, Mr. Winlove; Pray tell me, Don't you hate this Gentlewoman now?  Tran. 
I cannot say I Hate her; but I'm sure I don't Love her for this days Work, Would she Court me, I Swear I would not have her.  Gera. 
Nor I, by Heavens: I have Sworn, and will keep my Oath.  Bian. 
Why Gentlemen, I hope you will not both give the Willow Garland.  Gera. 
Go, go, you are a Scurvy Woman; I have a Widow that has Loved me as Long as I have Loved you. Sweet Lady, I am not Bankrupt for a Mistress: 'Tis true, she's something of your Sister's Humour, a Little Wayward: but one Three Days time at the Taming-Schoole, will make her Vye with any Wife in England. And then I can pass by you unconcerned.  Bian. 
The Taming-School, for Heavens-sake where is that Sir?  Gera. 
Why your Brother Petruchio's House: I doubt you must there too, e'er you'll be good for any thing; I'll to him immediately? Farewell thou Vile Woman.  [Exit. Bian. 
Ha, ha, ha, this is Excellent.  Tra. 
Madam, I beg your Pardon; but I hope my boldness with you, has done my Master some Service.  Win. 
Believe me has it Tranio, and I must thank thee.  Enter Jamy. 
Now, Sirrah, Whither away in such haste?  jam. 
O Master, I have found him.  Winl. 
What? Who hast thou found?  jam. 
A rare old Sinner in the Temple Cloisters will do the Feat to a hair.  Bian. 
What feat? What's to be done?  Winl. 
That which I told you of my Fairest:  
Where is he?  jam. 
Here, here, he Walks in the Court.  Bian. 
Well, I must in, or I shall be missed;  
Carry the Matter handsomely, and let me not suffer.  (Exit. Winl. 
Fear not Madam; Call him in, Tranio  (Exit. 
You must Instruct him, I'll not be seen in't.  (Exit. Enter Jamy and Snatchpenny. Tran. 
Now Friend, What are you?  Snat. 
Any thing that you please Sir.  Tran. 
Any thing; Why what can you do.  Snat. 
Any thing, for so much as Concerns Swearing and Lying to your Worship's Service, and to get an Honest Livelihood, So please you to Employ me.  Tran. 
Why thou may'st serve turn I think;  
But I'll put thee to no Swearing, Bore Lying and Impudence will serve for my Occasion;  
You must bate of the Price for that.  Snatch. 
Faith, Sir, they're both of a Price, take 'em or leave 'em.  Tran. 
But canst thou Manage and Carry off a good Well-contrived Lie, to the best advantage?  Snatch. 
I should be very sorry else; it has been my Trade these Seven and thirty Years, never fear it Sir.  jam. 
Nay, I picked him out amongst half a Score;  
I fancied he had the best Lying Face amongst 'em.  Tran. 
Well, come along with me, and I'll Instruct you; But if you fail, look to your Ears, if you have any.  Snatch. 
I'll venture Neck and all to do it Sir.  (Exit. Enter Sauny and Curtis severally. Petruchio's House. Curt. 
Honest Sauny, Welcome, welcome.  Saun. 
Saundy's Hungry; Can't you get a little Meat, Sir?  Curt. 
Yes, yes, Sawny.  Saun. 
Ye must got a good Fire, Sir; Mrs. Bride has got a faugh intull a Dike, She's awe wet Sir; Gud she has not a dry thread to her Arse.  Curt. 
Is Master and Mistress coming Sauny?  Saun. 
Gud are they, gi'en they be nea frozen to the ground, bo where's your Fire man?  Curt. 
'Tis making, 'tis making, all things are ready; Prithee what News good Sauny, what kind of Woman is our Mistress?  Saun. 
Ken ye twa twanty Deels Sir.  Curt. 
Marry Heaven defend us.  Saun. 
Gud she has ean twa twanty Deels I'se nea bate ye can of 'em.  Curt. 
They say she's a Cruel Shrew.  Saun. 
O my saul Sir, I'se haved a thousand pund, she's set up her Tangle, and Scaud fro Edingbrough to London, and ne'er draw bit for't.  Curt. 
What shall we do then, there will be no living for us.  Saun. 
Gud will there not, Wun's I think the Deel has flayed off her Skin, and put his Dam entituled; Bo where's Philip and George and Gregory.  Curt. 
They're all ready, what ho, come forth here, Philip, George, joseph, Nick, where are you?  Enter 4 or 5 Serving Men. Phillp. 
Honest Sawny, Welcome home.  Saun. 
Got me some Meat, and I'll believe ye Sir.  Geor 
I am glad to see thee Sawny.  Saun. 
Got me a Drink, and Is'e believe ye tea.  josep. 
What, Sawny come to Town again, Welcome?  Saun. 
Wun's, Walcome, walcome, got me good Meat and Drink, that is Walcome, Sir.  Nick. 
Old Lusty Fellow Sawny, welcome.  Saun. 
How d'ye Wully?  Nick. 
D'ye hear the News, Sawny? waly Watts is Dead.  Saun. 
S'breed, nea Man that geas on twa Legs could slay Wully Watts, Sir.  Nick. 
True; for he was fairly Hanged.  Saun. 
I was sure nea Man that went on twa Legs could slay him.  Nick. 
You are in the right Sawny, for 'twas one with Three Legs, 'twas Mr. Tyburn, for he was fairly Hanged.  Saun. 
S'breed ye Lie, Sir, the Gallows might kill him, and break his stout heart, but it could nea hang him: 'Tis hung an English Man.  Nick. 
Well, But what kind of Woman is our Mistress, Sawny.  Saun. 
You'll ken soon enough ' tea your Sorrow, and uvea Sir; you've awe twa Lugs apiece o'your Head: A my Saul I'se nea gea ye twa pennies for them byth' Morn: How say ye now?  Enter Petruchio and Margaret. Pet. 
Where be these Idle Rogues? What no more at Door to hold my Stirrip, or take my Horses? Where's Curtis, Philip, Nick and Gregory?  All. 
Here, Here, Here, Sir.  Pet. 
Here, here, here, you Loggerhead Curs; What, no Attendance, no Regard, no Duty? Where's that Foolish Knave I sent before.  Saun. 
Wuns, Sir, I'll be sea hungry, snd sea empty, ye may travel quite through me, and ne'er faw your fingers Sir.  Pet. 
You Mangy Rogue, Did not I bid you meet me in the Park, and bring these Rascals with you?  Saun. 
Gud did ye Sir; bo Ice sea hungry, I'll ha' nea Memory, Deliver your Message your sell Sir.  Pet. 
Be gone you Slaves, and fetch my Supper in; Rogues do I speak, and done't you fly to make haste. [Exit 2 or 3 Servants. Sit down Peg and welcome. Why when I Pray, nay good sweet Peg be Merry, These are Country Clownish Fellows; Prithee be Merry: Off with my Boots, Sirrah, you Rogues, ye Villaius. When  SINGS. 
It was the Orders of the Friar Grace,  
As forth he walked on his Way.  Marg. 
Sure he will run himself out of Breath, and then it will be my turn.  Petru. 
Out you Rogue; You pluck my Boot awry; take that, and mend it in pulling off the other. Be Merry Peg. Some Water here, ho; where's my Spaniel, Sirrah? Make haste and desire my Cousin Ferdinand to come hither, one Peg you must Kiss, and be Acquainted with: Where are my Slippers? Shall I have some Water. Come, Peg, wash and Welcome Heartily.  Sau. 
Wuns bo whare is the Meat to mack her Welcome.  Marg. 
We shall fall out if we wash together.  Petru. 
You Whoreson Villain will you let it fall?  Marg. 
Pray Sir be Patient, 'twas an unwilling Fault.  Table Covered. Enter Servants with Meat. Pet. 
An Idle, Careless, Beetle-headed-Slave.  
Come, Peg, sit down. I know you have a Stomach.  
Will you give Thanks, Sweet Peg, or shall I?  
Or each for ourselves? Come, fall too,  
what's this, Mutton?  Saun. 
Gud it is, Sir.  Pet. 
Who bought it?  Cur. 
I did Sir.  Pet. 
You Rascal you 'tis not Mutton, 'tis the Breast of a Dog; What Curs are these? 'tis dried and burnt to a Coal too, Where is this Rascal Cook? How dare you bring such rotten Meat to my Table? Why d' ye mean to Poison me, ye heedless Jolt-heads? ye ill mannered Whelps, what d' ye grumble? I'll be with you straight.  Marg. 
Pray Husband be content, the Meat is good Meat; and I am very hungry, I must and will eat some of it.  Pet. 
Not for the World Peg, I Love thee better than so; 'Tis burnt and will Engender Chollar, a Disease we are both to Subject too; I Love thee too well to give thee any thing to hurt thee, we'll fast to night, to morrow we'll make it up.  Marg. 
Say what you will Sir, I'll eat some of it; Did you bring me hither to Starve me?  Pet. 
Why ye Rascals will ye stand Still and see your Mistress Poison herself? take it away out of her sight, quickly.  [Throws the Meat at 'em, Sauny gets it. Saun. 
Gud Saundy will venture, Poison and 'twill.  Pet. 
Well Peg, this night we'll fast for Company; Come I'll bring thee to the Bridal Chamber.  Marg. 
I must Eat something, I shall be Sick else; But an Egg.  Pet. 
No, no, Prithee doubt talk on't; to Bed upon a full stomach.  Marg. 
But a Crust of Bread.  Pet. 
To morrow, to morrow; Come prithee away.  Exeunt. Geor 
Didst ever see the like?  Curt. 
He kills her in her own Humour.  Phil. 
Have you said Grace Sauny?  Saun. 
Gud I was sea hungry, I forgot Grace. O thou that hast filled our Boys, and our blathers, keep us awe from Whoredom, and Secrisie.  Nick. 
Secrecy, why Sauny?  Saun. 
Wuns Man, it is wutchcraft, peace, you put me out with the Deel's name to ye: Keep us awe from Whoredom and Secrecy, fro the Dinger o' the swatch to the gallow Tree, keep us awe we Beseech thee; Taken a Drink man.  Phil. 
Are ye full now Sauny?  Saun. 
As for as a Piper, ye may put can finger in at my Mouth, and another in mine Arse, and feel beath ends o' my Dinner.  Exeunt. Enter as in a Bedchamber, Petruchio, Peg, and Servants, Sauny. Pet. 
Where are you, you Rogues? Some lights there, come Peg undress to bed, to bed.  Marg. 
Pray send your Men away, and call for some of your Maids.  Pet. 
Maids, hang Maids, I have no such vermin about my house, any of these will do as well; Here Sauny come hither Sirrah, and undress your Mistress.  Saun. 
O my Saul Sir, I'll put on my headpiece; now, an ye'll bind her hands behind her, I'll undress her.  [Goes to take up her Coats. Pet. 
What dost thou do?  Saun. 
In Scotland we awe ways begin at the nether end of a bonny Lass.  Pet. 
Who made this Bed? What Rascals are these? Foh these Sheets are Musty as the Devil, and what Rags are here upon my Bed? Is this a Counterpain? 'tis a Dishclout.  Marg. 
Why the Counterpain is well enough, and Rich enough, and the Sheets are as Clean, and as Sweet as may be.  Pet. 
Fie, fie Peg, thou hast got a Cold, and lost thy Smelling, I tell thee they are all Damp and Musty, I would not have thee to venture to Lie in 'em for the world, it would be thy Death; here take 'em away, we must ce'n sit up, there's no remedy.  Marg. 
Pray Sir talk not of sitting up, I am so sleepy I cant hold my Eyes open, I must to Bed.  Pet. 
I'll keep thee waking, I warrant thee; Ho Curtis bring us a Flagon of March Beer, and some Tobacco, and clean Pipes, we'll be merry.  Exit. Curtus. Marg. 
Why what d' ye mean are you Mad?  Pet. 
Mad? ay, what should we do? I mean thou and I hand to fist, will drink a Health to my Father, and my Sister, and all our good Friends at London.  Enter Servant with Beer and Tobacco. Marg. 
Why you doubt take me to be one of your fellow Tosspots?  Pet. 
I mean to Teach thee to Drink; thou must Learn that, or thou'rt no Wife for me: Here, Peg, to thee with all my Heart, a whole one, and thou art Welcome; My Father's good Health, Peg, you shall Pledge it.  Marg. 
I can't Drink without Eating; 'twill make me sick.  Pet. 
Pish, Pish, that's but a Fancy; Come, off with it, or thou shalt neither eat nor drink this Month.  Marg. 
Shall I go to Bed when I have drank it?  Saun. 
Gud at ye gi' Sawndy a little Drink Madam.  Pet. 
Talk of that anon.  (She Drinks. 
So, here Peg, here's a Pipe I have filled for thee myself,  
Sit down, and Light it.  Marg. 
D'ye mean to make a mere Hackney Horse of me? What d'offer me your nasty Tobacco for?  Pet. 
Nay, ne'er make so shy, I know ' thou Lov'st it: Come, young Ladies are often troubled with the Toothache, and take it in their Chambers, though they won't appear Good Fellows amongst us: Take it, or no Sleep nor Meat, Peg, D'ye hear.  Marg. 
Yes, to my Grief; I won't be abused thus.  (Weeps.) Pet. 
Nay, nay, Go where thou wilt, I'll make thee Smoke before I Sleep.  (Exeunt.  

ACT. IU.  Enter Petruchio and Sauny. Pet. 
SIrrah, wait on your Mistress; Say what you will to her, and Vex her, but do not touch her; and let her have no Meat I Charge ye.  Saun. 
S'breed Sir, send her into the Highlands in Scotland, there's Hunger and Caud enough, there she may starve her baly foo.  Pet. 
Well Sirrah, Do as I direct you.  (Exit. Saun. 
O' my Saul will I Sir, ye'll let me take my Head-piece to defend me Sir.  Enter Margaret. Marg. 
What Gregory, Philip! No Body near me? Sawny, Where are you?  Saun. 
Is'e e'en hard at your Arse Madam.  Marg. 
Where's your Master?  Saun. 
He's gone to the Market himself, and he'll bring ye heam a Braw Bull's Puzzle to Swaddle your Weam with.  Marg. 
And in the mean time I am Famished; Was ever Woman used so Damnably? I am Starved for Meat, Giddy for want of Sleep; and that which Spite's me more than all the rest, is, he pretends 'tis out of Care and Love to me: Prithee good Sawny give me some Meat.  Saun. 
O' my Saul, Sawndy would be Hanged gin I sud bestow an awed Liquored Bute, Sawny will cut it into Tripes to Stuff your Weam with.  Marg. 
Good Sawny, here's Money for thee, but one little bit of any thing to stay my fainting Spirits.  Saun. 
What will ye eat a Bit of Beef?  Marg, 
ay, good Sawny.  Saun. 
Will ye eat some Mustard to't?  Saun. 
ay, good Sawny, quickly.  Saun. 
Mustard is nea gued for your Tangle, 'twill make it ten keen, and ye can Scaued fast enough without.  Marg. 
Why then the Beef without Mustard.  Saun. 
Gud Beef is nee gued without Mustard: Sawny will fetch ye some Meal and Water, ye'st make ye a Scotch Pudding, ye'st Eat of that tull your Weam crack.  Marg. 
You Abusive Rogue take that,  (Beat him.) 
Must I be Braved thus by my own Servant.  Saun. 
The Devil wash your Face with a Fou Clout.  Enter Geraldo. Geral. 
Why how now, Sirrah, Will you strike your Mistress? You Cowardly Rogue strike a Woman.  Saun. 
S'breed Sir, D'ye Caw a Scotchman a Coward? Gin Is'e had ye in Scotland, Is'e put my Whinyard in your Weam, gi'en ye were as stout as Gilderoy.  Geral. 
Why Gilderoy was as arrant a Coward as thou art.  Saun. 
Wuns yeed be lath to keep the Grund that Gilderoy quits; yet I must confess he was a little Shamefaced before the Enemy.  Marg. 
O Mr. Geraldo, never was Poor Woman so used. For Charity sake Convey me home to my Father.  Enter Petruchio with a Dish of Meat. Petru. 
Here Peg, here's Meat for thee, I have Dressed it myself, my Dear; Geraldo Welcome, this was kindly done to Visit Peg and Me; Come Peg, fall too, here's an Excellent piece of Veal.  Marg. 
Why 'tis a Pullet.  Pet. 
Why 'tis Veal, Art thou Mad?  Marg. 
You won't Persuade me out of my Senses,  
'Tis a Pullet.  Saun. 
A Gud is it Sir.  Petr. 
What an unhappy Man am I, my poor Dear Peg's Distracted. I always feared 'twould come to this. Take the Meat away Curtis; Is the Room Ready as I Ordered? Are the Lights Damned up?  Curtis. 
Yes Sir.  Marg. 
Why what d'ye mean to do with me?  Pet. 
Poor Peg, I Pity thee; but thou shalt want no Help for thy Cure, you must be kept from the Light, it troubles the Brain.  Cer. 
I see I shall Learn, he's an Excellent Teacher.  Marg. 
Why Sir, Pray tell me, Have you a mind to make me Mad? this is the way indeed: How have I injured you, that you use me thus inhumanely? Did you Marry me to starve me?  Saun. 
He means to bring down your Weam for a Race; For we aw-ways Cry a Nag with a Weam, but a Mare with Nean.  Pet. 
No, no; Good Peg thou know'st I have a Care of thee; Here's a Gown just brought home for thee Peg. Now thou art empty, it will sit Handsomely; Where is this Tailor? Call him in Sawny, if it fits you, you shall put it on, and we'll Gallop o'er to London, and see your Father; Your Sister's Wedding is at hand, you must help her.  Enter Taylor with a Gown. Marg. 
If she be Matched as I am, Heaven help her! But there's some Comfort in going Home; there's Meat and Sleeping-room.  Pet. 
Come Taylor, le's see the Gown, How now what's here? Bless me, what Masking Suit is this! What's this a Sleve? why 'tis like a Demmy Cannon, Why what a Devil Taylor dost thou mean? Is this a Gown?  Tay. 
A gown Sir? yes Sir, and a handsome Gown as any Man in London can make, 'tis the newest Fashion lately come out of France.  Pet. 
What a lying knave art thou! my great Grandmothers Picture in the Matted Gallery is just such another.  Saun. 
It is like the Picture of Queen Margaret in Edenbrough Castle, Sir.  Marg. 
I never saw a better Fashioned Gown in my life; more quaint nor better shaped, I like the Gown, and I'll have this Gown or I'll have none; say what you will I like it, 'tis a handsome Gown.  Pet. 
Why thou sayst true Peg, 'tis an ugly paltrey Gown, I am glad to hear thee of my mind; 'tis a beastly Gown.  Marg. 
Why I say 'tis a good Gown, a handsome fashionable Gown; What d'ye mean to make a Puppet of me?  Pet. 
Ay, this fellow would make a Puppet of thee?  Tay. 
She says your Worship means to make a Puppet of her.  Pet. 
Thou Impudent, lying, Thread, Bodkin and Thimble, Flea, thou nit, brave me in my own house? Go take it, I'll ha' none on't.  Tay. 
Sir I made it according to your Directions, and I cannot take it again.  Saun. 
Taken it awaw, or the Deel O my Lugs, but yeast taken my Vineyard.  Marg. 
He shall not take it again, what need you trouble yourself about it, as long as it pleases me; lay it down there.  Pet. 
Sirrah take it away I say, we shall find more Tailors; I won't have my Wife so anticly dressed, that the Boys should hoot at her.  Marg. 
Come, come, all this is but fooling, you doubt understand what belongs to a Gown, say what you will I'm resolved to have it, if it were an ugly one I would wear it, and it were but to Cross you.  Saun. 
Now the Deels a cruppen untell her Mouth Sir, you may see a little of his Tail hang out, it looks for awe the world an it were a Sting Sir.  Pet. 
Why that's my good Peg, I know thou dost not care for it; say no more prithee, thou shalt have another.  Marg. 
I know not what you mean to do with me, but methinks I might have leave to speak, and speak I will, I am no Child, no Baby; your Betters have endured me to speak my mind, and if you cannot you had best stop your Ears; 'Tis better set my Tongue at Liberty, than lee my Heart break.  Pet. 
Speak Peg, by all means, say what thou wilt; Sirrah carry that tawdry thing away, Ceraldo tell him you'll see him paid, [Aside.] and bid him leave it. Come what sayst thou Peg?  Ger. 
Leave the Gown in the next Room Taylor, and take no notice of what he says, I'll see you paid for't.  [Aside. Exit. Marg. 
Why I say I will have that Gown, and every thing I have a mind 〈…〉 not bring you such a Portion to be made a Fool of.  Pet. 
Very true, thou'rt in the right Peg; come le's to Horse, these clothes will serve turn at present till we can get better. Go Sirrah lead the Horses to the Lands end, thither we'll walk a foot; le's see, I think 'tis about seven a Clock, we shall reach to my Father in Laws by Dinner time with Ease.  Marg. 
'Tis almost Two, you cannot get thither by Supper time.  Pet. 
It shall be seven e'er I go, why what a Mischief's this, what I say or do, you are still crossing it; Let the Horses alone, I will not go to day, and e'er I do it shall be what a Clock I please.  Marg. 
Nay Sir, that shan't stop our Journey, 'tis seven, or two or nine, or what a Clock you please, pray le's go.  Saun. 
Ye's have it what hour you will Sir.  Pet. 
Very well it is so, get ready quickly; Come Geraldo let's all go, we shall help mend the Mirth at my Sister's Wedding.  Ger. 
I'll wait on you.  Pet. 
Come Peg, get on your things.  Marg. 
Let me but once see Lincolns-Inn-Fields again, and Yet thou shalt not Tame me.  Enter Tranio and Snatchpenny. Tran. 
Now Sirrah, be but Impudent enough and keep state like the old Knight, and thou art made for ever.  Snatch. 
I warrant ye Sir, I know it to a hair, my Lord Beaufoy and I were School fellows together at Worster; my Estate lies in the Vale of Evesham, Three thousand Pound a year, and Fifteen hundred a year I settle upon you upon the Marriage, let me alone I am Sir Lionel himself.  Tran. 
Right, right; Excellent brave, How now.  Enter Jamy. jam. 
To your Postures old Sinner, be an exquisite Rascal, and then thou shalt be a Rogue Paramount; thou shalt lay the Dragon asleep while my Master steals the Pippins.  Tran. 
Well jamy, What hast thou done?  jam. 
I have been with my Lord Beaufoy, presented your Fathers, and your Service to him, and told him the old Knight was happily come to Town, and hearing of your Love to Biancha, was so overjoyed, he would Settle all upon you.  Tran. 
Well, and what said he?  jam. 
He gave me a Piece for my News, I told him Sir Lionel desired his Company just now to treat upon the Match; he's coming in all haste, he longs to be Cozened, and Snatchpenny if thou dost not do it.  Snatch. 
Then hang me.  jam. 
Mum look to't, he's here.  Enter Beaufoy and Winlove. Beau. 
Mr. Winlove your Man tells me your Father is just happily come to Town▪ Where is he?  Tran. 
Here Sir, this is my Father; Time has been too Bold to wear ye out of each others Memory.  Snatch. 
Is this my Lord Beaufoy, Sir?  Tran. 
Yes Sir.  Snatch. 
My Lord your humble Servant; I'm happy at last to meet a Person I have formerly so much Loved.  Beau. 
Noble Sir Lionel I joy to see you.  Snatch. 
O the merry Days that you and I have seen my Lord; Well fare the good old times I say.  Beau. 
I Sir Lionel, when you and I were acquainted first.  Snatch. 
I marry, there were Golden Days, indeed, no Cozening, no Cheating, the World is altered.  Beau. 
But we will remember these times, and be honest still.  Snatch. 
That's e'en the best way, there's hopes we may have honest Grand Children too, if all be true as I hear, my Son tells me, your Daughter has made a Captive of him.  Beau. 
I would she were better for his sake, she's a good Girl, and a handsome one, though I say it; if she were not, I would give her somewhat should make her so.  Tran. 
It takes Rarely.  Snatch. 
Ice'm even overjoyed that you think my Son worthy your Alliance, I'll give something they shall make a shift to Live on; in Plain and in brief, if you'll approve of it, I'll settle Fifteen hundred Pound a year upon him at Present, which shall be her Jointure; after my Death, all I have with a good will, What say you my Lord?  Beau. 
Sir Lionel, Your Freedom pleas me; I see you are an honest meaning Gentleman: The Young Folks (if I am not mistaken) like one another. Well, I say no more, it is a Match.  Tran. 
You bind me to you Ever: Now I may boldly say, I am truly happy: Where will you please to have the business made up?  Beau. 
Not in my House, Son; I would have it Private; Pitchers have Ears, and I have many Servants; Besides, Old Woodall will be hindering of us; He's harkening still, and will be interrupting.  Tran. 
Then at my Lodging; there my Father Lies, and there the Business may be all Dispatched: Send for your Daughter by this Gentleman; my Boy shall fetch a Scrivener presently. The worst on't is, 'tis too small a Warning. You are like to have but slender Entertainment.  Beau. 
No matter, no matter; I shall like it.  Snat. 
I would feign see your Daughter, my Lord; I have heard great Commendations of her.  Beau. 
That you shall presently; monsieur, pray go to Biancha, and tell her from me, She must come hither with you immediately; you may tell her too, if you will, what has happened, and that she must prepare to be Mr. Winlove's Bride.  Win. 
My Lord, me vil fetch her presant.  Tran. 
My Lord, Will your Lordship please to walk in with my Father, this is my Lodging.  Bea. 
I Sir; Come Sir Lionel, I'll follow you.  Snat. 
Good my Lord, I will wait upon you.  (Exit. Beaufoy, Snat. Tra. Win. 
Thus far 'tis well Carried on jamy; But how shall we prosecute it?  jam. 
Why there is but one way in the World, Sir.  Win. 
And what's that?  jam. 
Why thus, I have got a Parson ready for the Purpose; when you have got Biancha abroad, whip her into Covent-Garden Church, and there Marry her, and your Work's done.  Win. 
Troth thou sayst true; But is the Parson Orthodox and Canonical? I would not have an Obadiah to make us enter into Covenant of Matrimony.  jam. 
Trust me Sir, he's as true as Steel; he says all Matrimony without Book; he can christian, Wed, and Bury Blindfold.  Win. 
Well, I'll take thy Counsel, if I can persuade her to't, as I hope I shall, for I know she Loves me; fair Luck betides me; But who comes here.  Enter Woodall. jam. 
'Tis the Olp Grub Woodall; What shall we do with him?  Win. 
We must contrive some way to get him off.  Wood 
I done't like those shuffling matters; I doubt there's some false Play towards me in hand: Here's my Monsieur he may Inform me— Mounsieur.  Win. 
Che Dict a vouz Mounsieur. Mounsieur, Your Servant.  Wood Mounsieur, 
Prithee tell me, if thou canst, how Affairs go, things are carried very closely; How stands my Mistress affected?  Win. 
Moy foy Mounsieur; Me tell you de bad News in the Varle, Madamoselle Biancha no stand Affected to you at all. My Lord has sent me to fetch her just now to be Marry to Mounsieur Vat you call? Mounsieur Le—  Wood 
What not to Winlove  Win. 
Yes to Mounsieur Winlove; Begar me be very sorry, but me canno help dat.  Wood 
Is Old Beaufoy mad to Match her to him without his Father's Privity.  Win. 
Here be de ver Fine Old Man new come to Town, me Lord be wid him now.  Wood 
Upon my Life old Sir Lionel, nay then she's lost quite; Hark you monsieur, yet 'tis in your Power to make me a happy Man.  Win. 
O monsieur me be your humble Servant.  Wood 
Why look you, you are to fetch her; here's forty Pound in Gold to buy you a pair of Gloves, let me take her from you, as you are carrying her thither; I will have two or three with me, and you may saftly say she was forced from you.  Win. 
monsieur begarr, me do you all de Service in the Varle, but me sal be the grand, Sheet Knave then.  Wood 
That's nothing, here's more Money, I'll save you harmless; Come, you shall do it.  Win. 
monsieur me have no mind to be van Knave, but to do you Service, if you will meet me upon de Street.  Wood 
Fear not I'll secure you, honest Mounsieur farewell; I will be your Friend for Ever.  Exit. Win. 
Ha, ha, ha, this is rare; What an Ass this Fellow will make himself, do what we can? Here jamy, thou shalt share with me.  jam. 
Thank you Sir; Would we had such a Windfall every day: But come, Sir, you must make haste, this is the Critical Minute; if you miss it, you lose Biancha.  Win. 
Thy Counsels good, away; I'll buy a Ring, and Pay the Priest with some of Woodall's Money, Ha, ha, hah.  [Exeunt. Enter Petruchio, Margaret, Geraldo and Sawny. Pet. 
Walk your Horses down the Hill before, we shall reach London time enough, 'tis a fair Night; How bright and goodly the Moon shines.  Marg. 
The Moon! the Sun, 'tis not the Moonlight now.  Pet. 
I say 'tis the Moon that Shines so Bright.  Marg. 
I say 'tis the Sun that shines so Bright.  Pet. 
Now by my Mother's Son, and that's myself, it shall be the Moonlight, or what I please, before you set Sight of your Father's House; Sirrah, go fetch the Horses back; Evermore Crossed, and Crossed, and nothing but Crossed?  Ger. 
Say, as he says, or we shall never go.  Marg. 
Forward, I Pray Sir, since we are come so far; And be it Sun or Moon, or what you please; Nay, if you call it a Rush-Candle, henceforth it shall be so for me.  Pet. 
I say 'tis the Moon.  Saun. 
S'breed, but I say nay, Sir, Out, out, a Lies.  Marg. 
I know 'tis the Moon.  Pet. 
Nay then you Lie, 'tis the Blessed Sun.  Marg. 
Why Heaven be Blessed for it, 'tis even what you have a mind to; Pray let us forward.  Gera. 
Petruchio, go thy ways, the Field is Won.  Pet. 
Well, forward, forward; Now the Bowl runs with a Right Bias, but soft, here's Company.  Enter Sir Lionel Winlove. Sir Lyo. 
Boy, Bid the Coachman drive gently down the Hill; I wonder I meet nor overtake no Passengers to day; stay, I think here be some.  Pet. 
I will have one bout more with thee Peg; Good-morrow Gentle Lady; Which way Travel you? Come hither Peg; Didst thou ever behold so Exquisite a Beauty as this Fair Virgin bears about. Go to her Peg, and Salute her.  Marg. 
Are you Mad, 'tis an Old Man.  Pet. 
Beat back again then, still Cross? Will you do it?  Saun. 
Why i'th' Deel's Name, What mean ye? it's nea bonny Lass Sir; S'breed, it's an awe faugh Thief.  Gera. 
He'll make this Old Man Mad.  Marg. 
You Budding Virgin, so fair, so sweet, so fresh, which way Travel you? How happy should we be in the Enjoyment of so fair a Fellow Traveller.  Saun. 
The Devil has built a Bird's Nest in your Head; Gud you're as mad as he; and he as Mad as gi'en he were the Son of a March Hare, Sir.  Sir lion. 
Why what do ye mean Gentlewoman?  Pet. 
Why now now Peg, I hope thou art not Mad: A Virgin Quotha! 'tis an Old Wrinkled Withered Man.  Marg. 
Reverend Sir, Pardon my mistaking eyes, that have been so dazzled with the Moon (Sun I mean.) I could not distinguish you; I now perceive you are a Grave Old Man, pray excuse me.  Sir Lyo. 
Indeed you are a Merry Lady; your encounter has amazed me. But I like such Cheerful Company; I am for London to see a Son of mine, that went lately from me thither.  Pet. 
We shall be glad of your Company; you must pardon my Wife's Error, she has not slept well to Night; and I could not persuade her, but she would come out Fasting, which makes her Fancy a little extravagant.  Saun. 
The Devil O' my Saul but you are a false Trundle Taile Tike, the Devil a bit he'd lat her eat these three days Sir.  Marg. 
Curse upon your Excuse, and the Cause of it; I could have eaten my Shooe-Soules, if I might have had 'em Fried.  Pet. 
Your Name I beseech you Sir.  Sir Lio. 
I am Called, Sir Lionel Winlove in the Country.  Pet. 
Father to young Mr. Winlove?  Sir Lyo. 
The same Sir.  Pet. 
Then I am happy indeed to have met you; I can tell you some News, perhaps may not be Unwelcome to you. Your Son is in a fair probability of Calling me Brother within these Two days.  Sir Lyo. 
How so, I pray Sir.  Pet. 
Why he's upon Marrying my Wife's Sister, my Lord Beaufoyes youngest Daughter. A brave Match, I can assure you, and a Sweet Bedfellow.  Saun. 
Gud she's tea gued for any man but Saundy; Gud Gi'en poor Saundy had her in Scotland, Wun's I'd sea Swing her about.  Sir Lyo. 
You Amaze me! Is this true? or have you a mind, like a pleasant Traveller, to break a Jest on the Company you overtake?  Gera. 
Upon my Word, Sir, 'tis very true; 'twas so designed; but I don't think he'll Marry her, he's Forsworn if he do.  Sir Lyo. 
You make me Wonder more and more.  Pet. 
Mind him not, he's a Party Concerned, 'tis true.  Sir lion. 
Pray Gentlemen let's make haste, I must look after this Business, it sounds strangely, he would not do't without my Consent; he's my only Son, my Heir, the Prop of my Family, I must be careful.  Pet. 
I see you are Jealous Sir; but you need not; he cannot have a better Match.  Sir Lyo. 
I doubt it not, if all be fair; I should be glad of my Lord Beaufoyes Alliance, he was my School-fellow; but Time, I doubt, has worn out our Old Acquaintance; Gentlemen, I must hasten to prevent the worst.  Saun. 
What mean ye Sir? Yea will nea bawk the Bonna Lad, and taken fro his mattle Sir.  Gera. 
Well, Petruchio, thou hast put me in a Heat, have at my Widow now.  (Exeunt. Enter Winlove, Biancha, Jamy. Win. 
How good you are my Fair one: jamy, Art sure the Priest is ready for us?  jam. 
I warrant you Sir; Pray make haste, some Devil or other may come else and Cross it. Don't stay Thrumming of Caps; Here, Body o' me away, here's Woodall, shift for yourselves, all will be spoiled else.  (Exit. Win. and Bian. Enter Woodall with 3 or 4 Fellows. Wood 
Be sure you seize on her, and Clap her into a Chair, and one stop her mouth; fear not, I'll save you harmless.  1st. Fellow. 
I warrant you Sir.  Wood 
What a Devil makes this Rogue Poaching here?  jam. 
Tum, te Dum, te Dum; Sing Old Coal of London.  [Sings. Wood 
Now jamy, What Walk you here for.  jam. 
Why to look about me; Te Dum, te Dum, &c,  Wood 
They say your Master is to be Married to Madam Biancha to day.  jam. 
Why then we'll be merry at Night; Te Dum, te Dum, etc.  Wood 
The Rogue won't be gone; What, Hast no Business? Thou look'st as if thou hadst not Drank to day, there's something for thee, go get thy Morning's Draught.  jam. 
I thank your Worship: Will you take part of a Pot of Ale and a Toast.  Wood 
No Sirrah, I Drank Coffee this morning.  [Exit Jamy. 
So, he's gone; I wonder Mounsieur appears not with Biancha.  Enter Petruchio, Margaret, Sir Lionel, Geraldo, and Sauny, with Attendants. Wood 
Ha, Who comes there?  Geral. 
Now you are there Ill take my Leave; Your Servant.  (Exit. Petr. 
Sir Lionel, you are welcome to Town; There's your Son's Lodgings; my Father Lives on the other side; thither we must, and therefore here I take my Leave.  Sir Lyo. 
Pray stay a little, may be he's not within; if so, I'll wait upon you to the Lord Beaufoy.  Saun. 
O' my Saul, nea can could have Begged (Knocks.) Dunner better than this awd Thief has done.  Wood 
They are all busy within Sir, you must Knock Louder if you mean to be heard.  [Snatchpenny Above. Snat. 
Who is that Knocks, as if he would Beat down the Gate.  Sir lion. 
Is Mr. Winlove within?  Snatch. 
He is within, but not to be spoken with.  Sir lion. 
What if a Man bring him a Hundred Pounds or Two, to make Merry withal.  Snat. 
Keep your Hundred Pounds for yourself, he shall need none as long as I Live.  Pet. 
Nay, I told you, Sir, Your Son was well Beloved in London. D'ye hear Sir, leaving your Frivelous Circumstances, pray tell him, His Father's just now come out of the Country to see him, and is here at the Door to speak with him.  Snat. 
That is a Lie Sir; his Father came to Town yesterday, and is now here Looking out at Window.  Sir Lyo. 
The Devil he is; Are you his Father?  Snat. 
I Sir; so his Mother says, if I may believe her.  Saun. 
Can they Hang him for having twa Fathers Sir? Gud and 'twas sea, poor Sawndy would be Hanged sure enough.  Pet. 
Why, Hast thou Two Fathers?  Saun. 
Gud have I, and Twa, and Twa to that Sir.  Pet. 
Why how now Gentlemen, this is flat Knavery, to take another Man's Name upon you.  Snat. 
Lay hands upon this Villain, I believe he means to Cheat some body here, under my Counter-Name,  Enter Jamy. jam. 
I have seen the Church on their Back, send them Good Speeding: Ha, how now, my Old Master Sir Lionel? 'Sfoot, we are all lost, undone; I must Brazen it out.  Sir lion. 
Come hither Crack Hemp.  jam. 
You may save me that Labour, and come to me, if you have any thing to say to me.  Sir lion. 
Gome hither you Rogue, What have you forgot me?  jam. 
Forgot you Sir? I could not forget you; for I never saw you in all my Life before.  Sir lion. 
You notorious Villain, Didst thou never see thy Master's Father, Sir Lionel Winlove?  jam. 
What my Worshipful Old Master? Yes marry Sir: See where his Worship Looks out of the Window.  Sir lion. 
Does he so Sir? I'll make you find him below stairs.  (Beats him. jam. 
Help, help, here's a Madman will Murder me.  Saun. 
Dea Caw your sell jamy? And will ye be beaten by an awe faugh Thief? a yea Caw your sell jamy cance mere, l'se bang ye ten Clootes, breed a Gud will I Sir.  Snat. 
Help Son, help Brother Beaufoy, jamy will be killed.  Pet. 
Prithee Peg stand by to see this Controversy.  Enter Snatchpenny with Servants, Beaufoy and Tranio. Tran. 
'Sheart 'tis Sir Lionel; but we must bear it a little time: Sir, What are you that offer to Beat my Servant?  Sir lion. 
What am I, Sir; Nay, What are you, Sir? O Heaven what do I see! O fine Villains, I'm undone, while I play the Good Husband at home in the Country, my Son, and my Servants spend my Estate Lavishly at London.  Saun. 
Your Son shall allow you siler to keep an Awed Wutch to rub your Shins; And what to anger would ye ha' mere Sir.  Tran. 
How now, What's the Matter?  Beau. 
Is the Man Frantic?  Tran. 
Sir, You seem a sober Ancient Gentleman by your Habit; but your Words show you a Madman: Why Sir, What Concerns it you what Rich clothes I wear? I thank my good Father, I am able to maintain it.  Sir lion. 
Thy Father! O Villain! he's a Hemp-dresser in Partha.  Saun. 
Mara the Deel stuff his Wem fow a Hemp, and his Dam Spin it out at his Arse.  Beau. 
You mistake, you mistake; What d'ye think his Name is?  Sir lion. 
His Name; as if I knew not his Name; I have Bred him up e'er since he was Three Years old, and his Name is Tranio.  Snatch. 
Away, away, mad Ass, his Name is Winlove; my only Son, and Heir to all my Estate in the Vale of Evesham.  Sir lion. 
Heavens! he has murdered his Master; lay hold on him, I charge you in the King's Name, O my Son, tell me thou Villain, Where is my Son Winlove?  Tran. 
Run for an Officer to carry this mad Knave to the Jail; Lay hold on him I charge ye, and see him forthcoming.  Saun. 
Away, away with the Hampdresser Sir.  Sir lion. 
Carry me to the Jail ye Villains!  Pet. 
Hold Gentlemen; Your Blessing Father.  Beau. 
Son Petruchio Welcome. You have it, and you Peg, how d'ye? Know ye any thing of this matter?  Pet. 
My Lord, take heed what you do; so much I know, I dare Swear this is Sir Lionel Winlove, and that a Counterfeit.  Saun. 
Wuns, I think sea tea, good an ye please I'll take the Covenant on't.  Wood 
So durst I Swear too almost.  Snat. 
Swear if thou durst.  Wood 
Sir I dare not Swear Point Blank.  Tran. 
You had best Swear, I am not Winlove neither.  Wood 
Yes, I know you to be Mr. Winlove.  Beau. 
Away with the Doatered, to the Jail with him.  Sir lion. 
Are you all settled to do mischief to me? Why my Lord Beausoy methinks you might know me.  Tran. 
Away with him to my Lodgings for the present, till we can get a Constable to charge him upon, we shall have a hubbub in the Streets, drag him I say.  Sir. lion. 
Rogues, Villains, Murderers! I shall have Justice.  [Exit with Sir Lionel. Wood 
These are strange Passages, I know not what to think, of 'em; but I am glad Biancha came not when they were here, sure my monsieur will not fail me.  Enter Winlove and Biancha. Win. 
Now my Biancha I am truly Happy, our Loves shall like the Spring be ever growing.  Bian. 
But how shall we Escape my Father's Anger.  Win. 
Fear not, I'll warrant thee.  Wood 
O here's Biancha, how now monsieur brave, What fancy's this?  Win. 
O Mounsieur te Vous la Menes, How d'ye do good Mr. Woodall, how d'ye like my new Bride?  Wood 
How, how, how, Sir, your Bride? Seize on her quickly.  Win. 
Hands off, she's my Wife, touch her who dares; Will you have your Teeth picked? What d'ye think of giving 20 Pieces to teach your Mistress French.  Wood 
O Rogue, I'll have thee hanged.  Win. 
Or 40 Pieces to buy a Pair of Gloves, to let you Steal Madam Biancha: this Ring was bought with some of it, ha, ha, ha.  Wood 
Down with him, down with him, a damned Rascal.  Win. 
ay, do, Which of you has a mind to breathe a Vein?  2 Fell. 
Nay if she be his Wife we dare not touch her.  Wood 
I'll fetch some body that shall, O Devil.  Exit. Win. 
Ay do, I am your poor Mounsieur, ha, ha, ha; Fear not Biancha, he'll fetch 'em all I know, I warrant thee we shall appease thy Father Easily.  Bian. 
Trust me Sir, I fear the Storm.  Enter Beaufoy, Tranio, Petruchio, Margaret, Sauny, Snatchpenny, Jamy, Sir Lionel, Woodall, and Attendants. Wood 
That Rogue, that Damned Counterfeit Frenchman has stolen your Daughter and Married her, here they are.  Win. 
Bless me, What do I see yonder my Father, in earnest? Dear Sir your Blessing, and your Pardon.  Sir lion. 
My Dear Son, Art thou alive? then take it.  Bian. 
I must beg your Pardon too Sir.  Win. 
And I most Honoured Father.  Beau. 
Why what's the Matter? What hast thou done? Woodall tells me thou hast Married the Frenchman.  Win. 
Me she has Married, but no Frenchman. The right Winlove, Son to the right Winlove is her Husband, and your Son in-Law.  Saun. 
S'breed Sir, ye act twa parts, ye were but a Hampdresser in the last Act, Sir.  Snatch. 
'Tis time for us to be going, I feel one Ear going off already.  Exit. Beau. 
You amaze me▪ Are not you the Frenchman, Mr. Woodall preferred to teach my Daughter?  Bian. 
No my Lord, he put on that Disguise to Court me, he is the true Winlove.  Sir lion. 
Marry is he my Son, Sir.  Win. 
Those were but 〈◊〉 of my making.  Wood 
Here's Patching with a Mistress, I'm sure I am Gulled.  Beau. 
But d'ye hear Sir? Have you Married my Daughter without my Consent.  Sir lion. 
Come my Lord, now you must know me; I will beg both their Pardons, and Secure her a Jointure worthy her Birth and Fortune.  Win. 
You are a Father now Indeed.  Beau. 
Sir Lionel excuse my rashness I accept your noble Proffer, you are forgiven.  Saun. 
S'breed Sir, we shall ne'er go to Dunner Sir, the Deel forgot and forgive you awe, Sir.  Sir lion. 
But where is that Rogue that would have sent me to Jail? I'll slit his Nose for him.  Win. 
I must beg his Pardon, for he did all for my Sake.  Sir lion. 
Well Sir, for your Sake I Pardon him.  Beau. 
Come Gentlemen all to my house, we shall there end all our Doubts, and drowned our fears.  Wood 
Sir, I shall expect my Money back again, 'tis enough to lose my Mistress.  Win. 
No Faith 'tis in better hands already, you'll but fool it away, you'll be hireing Frenchmen again.  Wood 
Well mock on, I'll in and eat out part of it.  Beau. 
Come Gentlemen.  Marg. 
Husband will you not go with my Father?  Pet. 
First kiss me Peg, and I will.  Marg. 
What in the middle of the Street.  Pet. 
What art thou Ashamed of me?  Marg. 
Not so Sir, but ashamed to kiss so openly.  Pet. 
Why then let's home again, Sauny lead the way.  Saun. 
Gud the Deel a bit will Saundy Budge before Dunner, Sir.  Marg. 
Nay I will give thee a kiss, nay pray now stay.  Pet. 
So is not this well? come my sweet Peg.  Bian. 
Sister I hope we shall be friends now.  Marg. 
I was never Foes with you.  Win. 
Come fairest, all the Storms are overblown; Love hath both Wit and Fortune of her own.  Exeunt.  

ACT V.  Enter Margaret and Biancha. Bian. 
BUt is't Possible Sister, he should have used you thus?  Marg. 
Had I served him as bad as Eve did Adam, he could not have used me worse; but I am resolved now I'm got home again I'll be revenged, I'll muster up the Spite of all the Cursed Women since Noah's Flood to do him Mischief, and add new Vigour to my Tongue; I have not pared my Nails this fortnight, they are long enough to do him some Execution, that's my Comfort.  Bian. 
Bless me Sister, how you talk.  Marg. 
Thou art a Fool Biancha, come Learn of me; thou art Married to a Man too, thou dost not know but thou mayst need my Council, and make good use on't; Thy Husband bears thee fair yet, but take heed of going home with him, for when once he has thee within his verge, 'tis odds he'll have his freaks too; there's no trusting these Men: Thy temper is soft and easy, thou must Learn to break him, or he'll break thy Heart.  Bian. 
I must Confess I should be Loath to be so used, but sure Mr. Winlove is of a better Disposition.  Marg. 
Trust him and hang him, they're all alike; Come thou shalt be my Scholar, learn to Frown, and cry out for unkindness, but brave Anger, thou hast a Tongue, make use on't; Scold, Fight, Scratch, Bite, any thing, still take Exceptions at all he does, if there be Cause or not, if there be reason for't he'll Laugh at thee. I'll make Petruchio glad to wipe my Shoes, or walk my Horse, ere I have done with him.  Enter Petruchio, Winlove, Sauny. Bian. 
Peace Sister, our Husbands are both here.  Marg. 
Thou Child I am glad on't, I'll speak louder,  Pet. 
Well Brother Winlove now we are truly happy, never were Men so blessed with two such Wives.  Win. 
I am glad to hear you say so Sir, my own I'm sure In blessed in.  Pet. 
Yours, why Biancha's a Lion, and Margaret a mere Lamb to her: I tell thee Winlove, there's no Man living though I say't, (but 'tis no matter since she does not hear me) that has a Wife so gentle, and so active and affable, poor thing I durst be sworn she would walk barefoot a hundred Miles to do me good.  Marg. 
No but she would not, nor one Mile neither.  Saun. 
Now have at your Lugs, Sir.  Pet. 
O Peg, art thou there? How dost thou do my Dear?  Marg. 
You may go look, What's that to you?  Saun. 
Stand o' your guard Sir, Gud Saundy will put on his head Piece.  Pet. 
I am glad to hear thee say thou'rt well introth.  Marg. 
Never the better for you, which you shall sinned.  Pet. 
Nay I know thou lov'st me, Prithee take up my Glove Peg.  Marg. 
I take up your Glove; Marry come up, command your Servants, look you there it lies.  Pet. 
I am glad to see thee merry, poor wanton Rogue.  Marg. 
'Tis very well, you think you are in the Country but you are mistaken, the case is altered, I am at home now, and my own disposer; Go swagger at your greasy Lubber there, your Patient Wife will make you no more Sport, she has a Father will allow her Meat and Lodging, and another gaits Chambermaid then a Highlander.  Saun. 
Gud an ye were a top of Grantham Steple that awe the Toon may hear what a Scanden Queen ye are, out, out.  Pet. 
Why what's the matter Peg? I never saw thee in so jolly a Humour, sure thou hast been Drinking.  Saun. 
Gud has she, haud ye tang, ye faw dranken Swine, out, out, out, was ye taken a Drink and ne'er taken Saundy to ye, out, out, out.  Marg. 
'Tis like I have, I am the sitter to talk to you, for no sober Woman is a Companion for you.  Pet. 
Troth thou sayst right, we are excellently Matched.  Marg. 
Well mark the end on't, Petruchio prithee come hither, I have something to say to you.  Saun. 
De ye nea budge a foot Sir, Deel a my saul bo she'll Scratch your eyn out.  Pet. 
Well, your Pleasure Madam.  Marg. 
First thou art a Pitiful fellow, a thing beneath me, which I scorn and Laugh at, ha, ha, ha.  Win. 
She holds her own yet I see.  Marg. 
I know not what to call thee, thou art no Man, thou couldst not have a Woman to thy Mother, thou paltry, Scurvy, ill conditioned fellow, dost thou not tremble to think how thou hast used me; What are you silent Sir? Biancha see, Looks he not like a Disbanded Officer, with that hanging dog look there? I must eat nothing because your Cook has Roasted the Mutton dry, as you used to have it 〈…〉 your Worship was a Bachelor, I must not go to Bed neither, because 〈…〉 are Damp.  Pet. 
Mark you Peg; What a strange Woman are you to Discourse openly the Fault of your Servants in your own Family.  Marg. 
No, no, Sir, this wont serve your turn; your Old Stock of Impudence won't carry you off so: I'll speak your Fame, and tell what a fine Gentleman you are▪ how Valiantly you, and half a Dozen of your Men, got the better of a Single Woman, and made her lose her Supper,  Saun. 
Gud she Lies Sir; I would a gin her an awd Boot till a made Tripes on, and it would a hin bram Meat with Mustard, and she would nea have it.  Marg. 
My Faults? No, good Squire of the Country, you thought to have Tamed me, I warrant, in good time; why you see I am even with you; Your Quiet Patient Wife, that will go no more in the Country with you, but will stay in Town, to Laugh at your wise Worship, and wish you more Wit..  Pet. 
I should Laugh at that; why we are just now a going▪ Sauny go get the Horses ready quickly.  Saun. 
Gud will I Sir; I'll Saddle a Highland-Wutch to Carry your Bride; Gud she'll mount your Arse for you Madam.  Marg. 
Sirrah, touch a Horse, and I'll Curry your Coxcomb for you: No Sir, I won't say, Pray let me not go; but boldly, I won't go; you force me if you can or dare: You see I am not Tongue-tied, as silent as you thought you made me.  Pet. 
Prithee Peg, Peace a little, I know thou canst Speak, leave now, or thou'lt have nothing to say to morrow.  Marg. 
Yes, I'll say this over again, and something more if I can think on't, to a poor despised man of Clouts: Sister, how he smokes now he's off his own Dunghill.  Pet. 
Prithee Peg leave making a Noise; I'faith thou'lt make my Head ache.  Marg. 
Noise? Why this is Silence to what I intent; I'll talk Louder than this, every Night in my Sleep.  Saun. 
The Devil shall be your Bed fellow for Sawndy then.  Marg. 
I will learn to Rail at thee in all Languages; Thunder shall be soft-musick to my Tongue.  Saun. 
The Devil a bit Scot's ye got to brangle in, marry the Devil gi' ye a Clap widow a French Thunderbolt.  Pet. 
Very pretty; Prithee go on.  Marg. 
I'll have a Collection of all the Ill Names that ever was Invented, and call you over by 'em twice a-day.  Pet. 
And have the Catalogue published for the Education of young Scolds: Proceed Peg.  Marg. 
I'll have you Chained to a Stake at Billingsgate, and Baited by the fishwives, while I stand to Hiss 'em on.  Pet. 
Ha, ha, ha; Witty Peg, forward.  Marg. 
You shan't dare to Blow your Nose, but when I bid you; you shall know me to be the Master.  Saun. 
Wuns got her to the Stool of Repantance, Sir.  Pet. 
Nay, I believe, thou wilt go in Breeches shortly; On, on; What have you no more on't? Ha, ha, ha.  Marg. 
D'ye Laugh and be Hanged? I'll spoil your Sport.  (Flies at him. Pet. 
Nay, Peg, Hands off; I thought you would not have Disgraced your Good Parts, to come to Blows so soon; Prithee Chide on, thou canst not believe what Delight I take to hear thee; It does become thee so well: What Pumped dry already? Prithee talk more and longer, and faster, and sharper, this is nothing.  Marg. 
I'll see you in the Indies before I'll do any thing to please you; D'ye like it?  Pet. 
Extremely! On Peg, you'll cooll too fast.  Marg. 
Why then Mark me, if it were to save thee from Drowning, or Breaking thy Neck, I won't speak one word more to thee these Two Months.  (Sits Sullenly Saun. 
Ah Gud an ye do nea Ly, Madam.  Pet. 
Nay, Good Peg, be not so hard-hearted. What Melancholy all of th' sudden? Come, get up, we'll send for the Fiddlers, and have a Dance; Tho'lt break thy Elbow with Leaning on that hard Table: Sawny, go get your Mistress a Cushion; Alas! I doubt she's not well; Look to her Sister.  Bian. 
Are you not well, Sister? What ail you? Pray speak Sister: Indeed, Brother, you have so Vexed her, she'll be Sick.  Pet. 
Alas, alas! I know what's the matter with her, she has the Toothache. See how she holds her Cheek; the Wind has gotten into her Teeth, by keeping her Mouth open this Cold Wether.  Bian. 
Indeed it may be so Brother, she uses to be troubled with that Pain sometimes.  Pet. 
Without all Question; Poor Peg, I pity thee; Which Tooth is it? Wilt thou have it Drawn, Peg? The Toothache makes Fools of all the Physicians; there is no Cure, but Drawing: What sayst thou? Wilt thou have it pulled out? Well, thou shalt. Sauny, Run, Sirrah, hard by, you know where my Barber Lives that Drew me a Tooth last Week, fetch him quickly; What d'ye stand staring at? Run and fetch him immediately, or I'll cut your Legs off.  Saun 
Gud I'll fetch can to pull her head off an ye will.  [Exit. Win. 
This will make her find her Tongue again, or else for certain she has lost it.  Pet. 
Her Tongue, Brother? Alas! You see her Face is so Swelled, she cannot speak.  Bian. 
You Jest Brother; her Face is not swelled. Pray let me see, Sister, I can't perceive it.  Pet. 
Not Swelled? Why you are blind then; Prithee let her alone, you trouble her.  Enter Sauny and Barber. 
Here, Honest Barber, have you brought your Instruments?  Barber. 
Yes Sir; What must I do?  Pet. 
You must Draw that Gentlewoman a Tooth there; Prithee do it neatly, and as gently as thou canst; And, de hear me, take care you don't tear her Gums.  Barber. 
I warrant you Sir.  Saun. 
Hear ye Sir, Could not ye Mistake? and pull her Tangle out instead of her Teeth.  Bian. 
I'll be gone, I can't endure to see her put to so much Pain.  [Exit. Barb. 
Pray, Madam, open your Mouth, that I may see which Tooth it is.  [She Strikes him. 
Why Sir, Did you send for me to Abuse me.  Saun. 
Gud be nea Angry, Ye ha' ne awe yet Pay yet Sir. Cud ye not Mistake, and Draw her Tangle in stead of her Teeth Sir.  Pet. 
No, no: But it seems now she wi' not have it Drawn: Go, there's something for your Pains however.  [Exit Barber. Sau. 
Ye sid ha' taken my Counsel Sir.  Win. 
This will not do, Sir. You cannot raise the Spirit you have laid, with all your Arts.  Pet. 
I'll try; Have at her once more. Winlove, you must assist me; I'll make her Stir, if I can't make her Speak. Look, look! alas! How Pale she is! She's gone o'th' sudden; Body O' me, she's stiff too; undone, undone, What an unfortunate Man am I? she's gone! she's gone! never had man so great a Loss as I; O Winlove, pity me, my poor Peg is Dead, dear Winlove call in my Father and the Company that they may share in this sad Spectacle, and help my Sorrows with their joining Griefs. Exit. Winlove. Speak, or by this hand I'll bury thee alive; Sauny thou seest in how sad a condition thy poor Master is in▪ thy good Mistress is Dead, hast to the next Church and get the Bier and the Bearers hither, I'll have her buried out of hand; Run Sauny.  Saun. 
An you'll mack her Dead, we'll bury her deep enough, we'll put her done until a Scotch Coalepit, and she shall rise at the Deel's arse o' Peake.  Exit. Pet. 
I will see that last Pious act Performed, and then betake myself to a willing Exile; my own Country's Hell, now my dear Peg has left it. Not yet, upon my Life I think thou hast a mind to be buried quick; I hope thou hast.  Enter Winlove, Beaufoy, Sir Lionel, Woodall, Biancha, Tranio, Jamy, etc. Beau. 
Bless me Son Petruchio, Is my dear Daughter Dead?  Pet. 
Alas, alas, 'tis but too true, would I had ta'en her room.  Beau. 
Why methinks she looks brisk, fresh and lively.  Pet. 
So much Beauty as she had must needs leave some wanding remains to hover still about her face.  Beau. 
What could her Disease be?  Pet. 
Indeed I grieve to tell it, but truth must out, she Died for spite, she was strangely Infected.  Bian. 
Fie Sister, for shame speak, Will you let him abuse you thus?  Pet. 
Gentlemen you are my loving Friends and knew the Virtues of my matchless Wife, I hope you will accompany her Body to its long home.  All. 
We'll all wait on you.  Beau. 
Thou wilt break her heart indeed.  Pet. 
I warrant you Sir, 'tis tougher than so.  Enter Sauny and Bearers with a Beir. Saun. 
I bring you here vera gued Men, an she be nea Dead Sir, for a Croon more they'll bury her quick.  Pet. 
O honest friends, you're welcome, you must take up that Corpse, how! hard-hearted, Why de ye not weep? the loss of so much Beauty and goodness, take her up, and lay her upon the Beir.  1 Bear. 
Why what d'ye mean Sir? She is not Dead.  Pet. 
Rogues, tell me such a Lie to my face? Take her up or I'll swinge ye.  Saun. 
Taken her up, taken her up, we'll make her Dead Billy, ye'st a twa Croo● mear, taken her up Man.  1 Bear. 
Dead or alive all's one to us, let us but have our fees.  Pet. 
There, nay she is stiff, however on with her, Will you not speak yet? So here take these Strings and bind her on the Beir, she had an active stirring body when she Lived, she may chance fall off the Hearse now she's Dead: So, now take her up and away, come Gentlemen you'll follow, I mean to carry her through the Strand as far as St. Iame's, People shall see what respect I bore her— She shall have so much Ceremony to attend her now she's Dead. There my Coach shall meet her and carry her into the Country, I'll have her laid in the Vault belonging to my Family, she shall have a Monument; some of you inquire me out a good Poet to write her Epitaph suitable to her Birth, Quality and Conditions, Pity the remembrance of so many Virtues should be lost; March on, I would say more, but grief Checks my Tongue.  Marg. 
Father, Sister, Husband, Are you all Mad? Will you expose me to open shame? Rogues set me down you had best.  Pet. 
A Miracle! a Miracle! she Lives! Heaven make me thankful for't, set her down, Liv'st thou my Poor Peg?  Marg. 
Yes that I do, and will to be your Tormentor.  Saun. 
Out, out, gea her nea Credit, good she's as Dead as mine Grannam, taken her, away with her, Sir.  Pet. 
Bless me my hopes are all vanished again, 'tis a Daemon speaks within her Body; Take her up again, we'll bury 'em together.  Marg. 
Hold, hold, my dear Petruchio, you have overcome me, and I beg your Pardon, henceforth I will not dare to think a thought shall Cross your Pleasure, set me at Liberty, and on my knees I'll make my Recantation.  All. 
Victoria, victoria, the field is won.  Pet. 
Art thou in earnest Peg? May I believe thee?  Saun. 
You ken very well she was awway's a lying Quean when she was Living, and will ye believe her now she's Dead?  Marg. 
By all that's good not truth itself truer.  Pet. 
Then thus I free thee, and make thee Mistress both of myself and all I have.  Saun. 
S'breed bo ye`l nea gi' Saundy tull her Sir?  Wood 
Take heed of giving away your Power, Sir.  Pet. 
I'll venture it, nor do I fear I shall repent my bargain.  Marg. 
I'm sure I will not give you Cause, you've taught me now what 'tis to be a Wife, and I'll still show myself your humble Handmaid.  Pet. 
My best Peg, we will change kindness and be each other's Servant; Gentlemen why do you not Rejoice with me?  Beau. 
I am so full of joy I cannot Speak, may you be happy, this is your Wedding day.  Saun. 
Shall Saundy get her a Bridecake, and Broke o'er her Head Sir? and wees gatt us a good Wadding Dunner.  Enter Geraldo. Geral. 
Save ye all Gentlemen; Have ye any Room for more Guess? I am come to make up the Chorus.  Pet. 
My Noble Friend, Welcome; Where have you been so long?  Geral. 
I have been about a little trivial Business; I am just now come from a Wedding.  Pet. 
What Wedding I pray Sir?  Geral. 
Troth e'en my own; I have ventured upon't at last: Madam, I hope you'll pardon me.  Bian. 
Yes Sir; and so will this Gentleman.  Saun. 
Are not you a Gentleman-Hampdresser?  Pet. 
'Tis e'en so, this proves to be Winlove in earnest.  Ger. 
Good Gentlemen undo this Riddle; I'm all in the Dark.  Pet. 
You shall know anon, in the mean time Believe it Gentlemen. We want another Woman, or we might have a Dance.  Geral. 
My Widow is within, she'll supply you.  Beau. 
Good Peg go and wait on her, and you Biancha too.  (Exit Peg, Biancha. Pet. 
I tell thee Geraldo, never had Man so Obedient and Loving a Wife as I have now, I defy the World to equal her.  Win. 
Nay, Brother, you must except her Sister.  Geral. 
You must except mine too, or I shall have a hard Bargain of it; my Widow is all Obedience.  Pet. 
I'll tell you what I'll do with you, I'll hold you Ten Pieces to be spent in a Collation on them, That mine has more Obedience than both them; to try which, each send for his Wife, and if mine come not first I'll lose my Bett.  Saun. 
Gud yeel lose your siler sure enough Sir.  Both. 
A Match.  Wood 
I'll be your halves Geraldo, and yours Mr. Winlove too.  Win. 
jamy, Go tell your Mistress, I desire her to come hither to me presently.  (Exit Jamy. Pet. 
A Piece more she does not come.  Beau. 
You'll lose Son, you'll lose; I know she`ll come.  Pet. 
I know she won`t; I find by Instinct I shall Win my Wager.  Enter Jamy. Jam. 
Sir, she says she's busy, and she can`t leave Mr. Geraldo's Lady.  Pet. 
Look ye there now, come your Money.  Ger. 
Prithee go again and tell my Wife I must needs speak with her immediately.  Exit Jamy. Pet. 
I shall win yours too as sure as in my Pocket.  Ger. 
I warrant you no such matter, What will you give to be off your Bet?  Pet. 
I won't take forty Shillings.  Enter Jamy. 
How now?  Jam. 
Sir, she says you have no Business with her, if you have you may come to her.  Pet. 
Come produce, I knew 'twould be so; Sauny go and tell Peg from me, I command her to come to me instantly.  Saun. 
I'se gar her gea wuth me Sir, or I'll put my Durke to the hilt in her Weam.  Wood 
Yet you won't win, I'll hang for't if she'll come.  Pet. 
Yes but she will, as sure as you gave forty pieces to Court Biancha, I'll venture them to twenty more upon't with you.  Wood 
Nay I have lost enough already.  Enter Peg and Sauny. Pet. 
Look ye here Gentlemen.  Saun. 
O my Saul, she's can a daft gued Lass, she's at your Beck, steake her and kiss her Man.  Marg. 
I come to receive your Commands, Sir.  Pet. 
All I have to say to thee Peg, is to bid thee demand ten pound of these two Gentlemen, thou hast Won it.  Marg. 
ay, Sir, for what?  Pet. 
Only for being so good natured to come when I send for you.  Marg. 
It was my duty Sir.  Pet. 
Come pay, pay, give it her, I'll not bate ye two pence.  Ger. 
There's mine.  Win. 
And mine Sister, much good may it do ye.  Beau. 
Well Peg I'll find thee one Thousand Pound the more for this.  Saun. 
Bo what will ye gi' Saundy that halpt to make her gued and tame? Wuns she was as Wild as a Galloway Coalt.  Enter Biancha and Widow. Win. 
Look here they come at last.  Bian. 
What did you send for me for?  Win. 
Why to win me five Pound if you had been as obedient as you should ha' been.  Bian. 
You have not known me long enough to venture so much upon my Duty, I have been my Sister's Scholar a little.  Saun. 
Bo put her to Saundy to teach, Gud I'se make her sea gentle ye may streak her and handle her all o'er Sir,  Ger. 
You might have got me five Pound if you had done as you should do.  Wid. 
Were it to do again you should be sure to lose.  Marg. 
Fie Ladies, for shame, How dare you infringe that Duty which you justly owe your Husbands, they are our Lords and we must pay 'em Service.  Beau. 
Well said Peg, you must be their Tutor, come Son if you'll have a Dance dispatch it quickly, the music's ready, and the Meat will be spoiled.  Pet. 
Come then, play, play.  DANCE. 
Now let us in, and Eat, the Work is done,  
Which neither Time nor Age can wear from Memory;  
I've Tamed the Shrew, but will not be ashamed,  
If next you see the very Tamer Tamed.  
FINIS.