for men to wonder at,
But too divine to handle; we are Gold,
In our own natures pure; but when we suffer
The husbands stamp upon us, then allays,
And base ones of you men are mingled with us,
And make us blush like Copper.

Petru.   Then, and never
Till then are women to be spoken of,
For till that time you have no souls I take it:
Good night: come Gentlemen; I'll fast for this night,
But by this hand, well; I shall come up yet.

Mar.   No.

Petru.   There will I watch thee like a wither'd Jury,
Thou shalt neither have meat, Fire, nor Candle,
Nor any thing that's easie: do you rebel so soon?
Yet take mercy.

By.   Put up your Pipes: to bed Sir, I'll assure you
A months siege will not shake us.

Moro.   Well said Colonel.

Mar.   To bed, to bed Petruchio: good night Gentlemen,
You'll make my Father sick with sitting up:
Here you shall find us any time these ten days,
Unless we may march off with our contentment.

Petru.   I'll hang first.

Mar.   And I'll quarter if I do not,
I'll make you know, and fear a wife Petruchio,
There my cause lies.
You have been famous for a woman-tamer,
And bear the fear'd-name of a brave Wife-breaker:
A woman now shall take those honors off,
And tame you; nay, never look so bigg, she shall, believe me,
And I am she: what think ye; good night to all,
Ye shall find Centinels.

By.   If ye dare sally. [Exeunt above.

Petro.   The devil's in 'em, ev'n the very devil, the downright devil.

Petru.   I'll devil 'em: by these ten bones I will: I'll bring it to the old Proverb, no sport no pie:——taken down i'th' top of all my speed; this is fine dancing: Gentlemen, stick to me. You see our Freehold's touch'd, and by this light, we will beleagure 'em, and either starve 'em out, or make 'em recreant.

Petro.   I'll see all passages stopt, but those about 'em:
If the good women of the Town dare succor 'em,
We shall have wars indeed.

Soph.   I'll stand perdue upon 'em.

Mor.   My Regiment shall lie before.

Jaq.   I think so, 'tis grown too old to stand.

Petru.   Let's in, and each provide his tackle,
We'll fire 'em out, or make 'em take their pardons:
Hear what I say on their bare knees—
Am I Petruchio, fear'd, and spoken of,
And on my wedding night am I thus jaded? [Exeunt omn.

Scæna Quarta.

Enter Rowland and Pedro at several doors.

Row.   Now Pedro?

Ped.   Very busie Master Rowland.

Row.   What haste man?

Ped.   I beseech you pardon me,
I am not mine own man.

Row.   Thou art not mad?

Ped.   No; but believe me, as hasty—

Row.   The cause good Pedro?

Ped.   There be a thousand Sir; you are not married?

Row.   Not yet.

Ped.   Keep your self quiet then.

Row.   Why?

Ped.   You'll find a Fiddle
That never will be tun'd else: from all women— [Exit.

Row.   What ails the fellow tro? Jaques?

Enter Jaques.

Jaq.   Your friend Sir.
But very full of business.

Row.   Nothing but business?
Prethee the reason, is there any dying?

Jaq.   I would there were Sir.

Row.   But thy business?

Jaq.   I'll tell you in a word, I am sent to lay
An Imposition upon Souse and Puddings,
Pasties, and penny Custards, that the women
May not relieve yo[n] Rebels: Fare ye well, Sir.

Row.   How does my Mistriss?

Jaq.   Like a resty jade.
She's spoil'd for riding. [Exit Jaques.

Row.   What a devil ail they?

Enter Sophocles.

Custards, and penny Pasties, Fools and Fiddles,
What's this to th' purpose? Oh well met.

Soph.   Now Rowland.
I cannot stay to talk long.

Row.   What's the matter?
Here's stirring, but to what end? whither goe you?

Soph.   To view the Works.

Row.   What Works?

Soph.   The womens Trenches.

Row.   Trenches? are such to see?

Soph.   I do not jest, Sir.

Row.   I cannot understand you.

Soph.   Do not you hear
In what a state of quarrel the new Bride
Stands with her Husband?

Row.   Let him stand with her, and there's an end.

Soph.   It should be, but by'r Lady
She holds him out at Pikes end, and defies him,
And now is fortifi'd, such a Regiment of Rutters
Never defied men braver: I am sent
To view their preparation.

Row.   This is news
Stranger than Arms in the air: you saw not
My gentle Mistriss?

Soph.   Yes, and meditating
Upon some secret business, when she had found it
She leap'd for joy, and laugh'd, and straight retir'd
To shun Moroso.

Row.   This may be for me.

Soph.   Will you along?

Row.   No.

Soph.   Farewel. [Exit Sophocles.

Row.   Farewel, Sir.
What should her musing mean, and what her joy in't,
If not for my advantage? stay ye; may not

Enter Livia at one door, and Moroso at another, hearkning.

That bob-tail jade Moroso, with his Gold,
His gew-gaudes, and the hope she has to send him
Quickly to dust, excite this? here she comes,
And yonder walks the Stallion to discover:
Yet I'll salute her: save you beauteous Mistriss.

Liv.   The Fox is kennell'd for me: save you Sir.

Row.   Why do you look so strange?

Liv.   I use to look Sir
Without examination.

Mar.   Twenty Spur-Royals for that word.

Row.   Belike then
The object discontents you?

Liv.   Yes it does.

Row.   Is't come to this? you know me, do you not?

Liv.   Yes, as I may know many by repentance.

Row.   Why do you break your faith?

Liv.   I'll tell you that too,
You are under age, and no band holds upon you.

Mor.   Excellent wench.

Liv.   Sue out your understanding,
And get more hair to cover your bare knuckle;
(For boys were made for nothing, but dry kisses)
And if you can, more manners.

Mor.   Better still.

Liv.   And then if I want Spanish Gloves, or Stockings,
A ten pound Wastecoat, or a Nag to hunt on,
It may be I shall grace you to accept 'em.

Row.   Farewel, and when I credit women more,
May I to Smithfield, and there buy a Jade,
(And know him to be so) that breaks my