That all the World now worships, not Petruchio,

Muft do this Juftice.

Ant. Let it once be done,

And 'tis no matter, whether you, or Honour,
Or both, be acceffary.

2 Gent. Do you weigh, Petruchio,

The Value of the Perfon, Power and Greatnefs,
And what this Spark may kindle?

Petr. To perform it,

So much I'm ty'd to Reputation,

And Credit of my Houfe, let it raise Wild-fires,

That all this Dukedom fmoak, and Storms that tofs me

Into the Waves of everlasting Ruin,

Yet I must through

Ant. Dare?

If ye dare fide me →→→→→→→

Petr. Y'are Friends indeed, if not.

2 Gent. Here's none flies from you,

Do it in what defign ye please, we'll back ye.
(1) Petr. But then be fure ye kill him.
i Gent. Is the Caufe

So mortal, nothing but his Life?

Petr. Believe me,

A lefs Offence has been the Defolation
Of a whole Name.!

2 Gent. No other way to purge it?

Petr. There is, but never to be hop'd for.
2 Gent. Think an Hour more :

If then ye find no fafer Road to guide ye,
We'll fet up our Refts too.

Ant. Mine's up already,

And hang him for my part goes lefs than Life.

2 Gent. If we fee noble Cause, 'tis like our Swords May be as free and forward as your Words. [Exeunt:

(1) Gent. But then be fure ye kill him.] As both the Gentlemen feem to endeavour to moderate Petruchio's Paffion in every thing they fay befide, it seems evident that nothing but mistake has put this Speech of Violence into one of their Mouths. It furely belongs to Petruchio, and the next Speech which was given to the Second Gentleman, may be more properly given to the Firft.

SCENE

SCENE III.

Enter Don John.

John. The civil Order of this Town Bologna, Makes it belov'd and honour'd of all Travellers, As a moft fafe Retirement in all Troubles; Befide the wholfome Seat, and noble Temper Of thofe Minds that inhabit it, safely wife, And to all Strangers virtuous: But I fee My Admiration has drawn Night upon me, And longer to expect my Friend may pull me Into Sufpicion of too late a Stirrer, Which all good Governments are jealous of. I'll home, and think at liberty; yet certain, 'Tis not fo far Night as I thought; for fee, A fair House yet ftands open, yet all about it Are close, and no Lights ftirring, there may be foul Play; I'll venture to look in; if there be Knaves,

I may do a good Office.

Within. Signieur ?

John. What? How is this?

Within. Signieur Fabritio?

John. I'll go nearer.

Within. Fabritio?

[Woman within.

John. This is a Woman's Tongue, here may be good

done.

Within. Who's there?

Fabritio?

John. Ay.

Within. Where are ye?

John. Here.

Within. O come, for Heav'n's fake!

John. I must fee what this means.

Enter Woman with a Child.

Woman. I have ftaid this long Hour for you, make no noise,

For things are in ftrange Trouble: Here, be fecret, 'Tis worth your Care; begone now; more Eyes watch us,

Than

Than may be for our Safeties.

John. Hark ye?

Woman. Peace: Good night.

John. She's gone, and I am loaden; Fortune for me;
It weighs well, and it feels well; it may chance
To be fome Pack of Worth: by th' Mass 'tis heavy;
If it be Coin or Jewels, 'tis worth welcome :

I'll ne'er refufe a Fortune: I am confident
'Tis of no common Price: Now to my Lodging:
If it hit right, I'll blefs this Night.

SCENE IV.

Enter Frederick.

Fred, 'Tis ftrange,

[Exit.

I cannot meet him; fure he has encountred
Some Light-o'-love or other, and there means
To play at in and in for this Night. Well, Don John,
If you do fpring a Leak, or get an Itch,

Till ye claw off your curl'd Pate, thank your Night-walks
You must be ftill a boot-halling: One round more,
Though it be late, I'll venture, to discover ye,

I do not like your Out-leaps.

S CE NE V.

Enter Duke, and three Gentlemen.

Duke. Welcome to Town, are ye all fit?

1 Gent. To point, Sir.

Duke. Where are the Horfes?

2 Gent. Where they were appointed.

Duke. Be private all, and whatfoever Fortune Offer itself, let's ftand fure.

3 Gent. Fear not us,

Ere ye fhall be endanger'd, or deluded,

We'll make a black Night on't.

Duke. No more; I know it;

You know your Quarters ?

[Exit.

1 Gent.

1 Gent. Will you go alone, Sir?

Duke. Ye fhall not be far from me, the leaft Noife

Shall bring ye to my rescue.

2 Gent. We are counsell'd.

[Exeunt.

SCENE VI.

Enter Don John.

John. Was ever Man fo paid for being curious? Ever fo bobb'd for fearching out Adventures,

As I am? did the Devil lead me? muft I needs be peeping

Into Mens Houses where I had no Business,

And make myself a Mischief? 'Tis well carried;

I must take other Mens Occafions on me,

And be I know not whom: Moft finely handled:
What have I got by this now! What's the Purchase
A Piece of Evening Arras-work, a Child,
Indeed an Infidel: This comes of peeping:
A Lump got out of laziness; good white Bread,
Let's have no bawling with ye; 'fdeath, have I
Known Wenches thus long, all the ways of Wenches,
Their Snares and Subtilties? Have I read over
All their School Learning, div'd into their Quiddits,
And am I now bum-fidled with a Baftard?

Fetch'd over with a Card of five, and in mine old Days,
After the dire Maffacre of a Million

Of Maiden-heads? Caught the common way, i'th
Night too

Under another's Name, to make the matter
Carry more weight about it? Well, Don John,
You will be wifer one Day, when ye've purchas'd

A beavy of these Butter-prints together,

With fearching out conceal'd Iniquities,

Without Commiffion: Why, it would ne'er grieve me,
If I had got this Ginger-bread; ne'er ftirr'd me,
So I had had a ftroak for't; 't had been Juftice
Then to have kept it; but to raife a Dairy

For

1.

For other Mens Adulteries, (2) confume myself in Caudles,
And fcowring Works, in Nurses, Bells, and Babies,
Only for Charity, for meer I thank you,

A little troubles me: The leaft touch for it,
Had but my Breeches got it, had contented me.
Whofe e'er it is, fure 't had a wealthy Mother,
For 'tis well cloath'd, and if I be not cozen'd,
Well lin❜d within: To leave it here were barbarous,
And ten to one would kill it; a more Sin
Than his that got it: Well, I will difpofe on't,
And keep it, as they keep Death's Heads in Rings,
To cry memento to me; no more peeping.
Now all the Danger is to qualifie

The good old Gentlewoman, at whose House we live,
For the will fall upon me with a Catechifm

Of four Hours long: I muft endure all;

For I will know this Mother: Come, good Wonder,
Let you and I be jogging; your ftarv'd Trebble
Will waken the rude Watch elfe: All that be
Curious Night-walkers, may they find my Fee.

SCENE

Enter Frederick.

Fred. Sure he's gone home:

I've beaten all the Purlews,

But cannot bolt him: If he be a bobbing,

VII.

[Exit.

'Tis not my Care can cure him: To Morrow Morning I fhall have further knowledge from a Surgeon's Where he lies moor'd, to mend his Leaks.

(2)

confume myself in Candles,

And fcowring Works, in Nurfes, Bells, and Babies,] Mr. Sympon for Candles would read Caudles, and for Babies, Baubles. The firit feems probable, as John had before declar'd the Child an Infidel, and he muft of course have a Christening; the latter I don't admit. Bells and Babies exprefs the Childrens Toys better than Baubles; for Bells are equally Baubles, as well as Babies or Dells, and consequently that Reading would give a Tautology.

Enter