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Fred. I met her in all her doubts last night, and to

my guard (Her fears being strong upon her) she gave her person; I waited ou her to our lodging; where all respect, Civil and honest service, now attend her.

Petr. You may believe now.

Duke. Yes, I do, and strongly:
Well, my good friends, or rather my good angels,

you have both preserv'd me; when these virtues Die in your friend's remembrance

John. Good your grace,
Lose no more time in compliments, 'tis too precious;
I know it by myself, there can be no hell
To his that hangs upon his hopes.

Petr. He has hit it.
Fred. To horse again then, for this night I'll crown

With all the joys you wish for.
Petr. Happy gentlemen.



The Suburbs.

Enter Francisco and a Man. Fran. This is the maddest mischief-never fool was so fobb’d off as I am, made ridiculous, and to myself, mine own ass ; trust a woman! I'll trust the devil first, for he dares be better than his word sometimes : Pray tell me, in what observance have I ever fail'd her?

Man. Nay you can tell that best yourself.
Fran. Let us consider.

Enter Don Frederick and Don John.
Fred. Let them talk, we'll go on before.

Fran. Where didst thou meet Constantia, and this woman?

Fred. Constantia ! What are these fellows? Stay by all means.

[They listen. Man. Why, sir, I met her in the great street that comes from the market-place, just at the turning by a goldsmith's shop.

Fred. Stand still, John.

Fran. Well, Constantia has spun herself a fine thread, now : what will her best friend think of this?

Fred. John, I smell some juggling, John.
John. Yes, Frederick, I fear it will be proved so.

Fran. But what should the reason be, dost think, of this so sudden change in her?

Fred. 'Tis she.

Man. Why, truly I suspect she has been entic'd to it by a stranger. John. Did

you mark that, Frederick ?
Fran. Stranger! who?
Man. A wild gentleman, that's newly come to town.
Fred. Mark that too.
John. Yes, sir.
Fran. Why do you think so?

Man. I heard her grave conductress twattle sontething as they went along, that makes me guess it.

John. 'Tis she, Frederick.
Fred. But who that he is, John ?

Fran. I do not doubt to bolt them out, for they must certainly be about the town. Ha! no more words. Come let's begone. [FRANCESCO and Man, seeing Don Jonn and

FREDERICK, they retire.
Fred. Well.
John. Very well.
Fred. Discreetly.
John. Finely carried.
Fred. You have no more of these tricks:

John. Ten to one, sir,
I shall meet with them if


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John. Was it in you a friend's part to deal double?
I am no ass, Don Frederick.

Fred. And, Don John,
It shall

appear I am no fool : disgrace me.
To make yourself thus every woman's courtesy?
'Tis boyish, 'tis base.

John. 'Tis false; I privy to this dog, trick! Clear yourself, for I know where the wind sits ; Or, as I have a life

[Trampling within. Frea. No more, they are coming; show no discontent, let's quietly away. If she be at home, our jealousies are over; if not, you and I must have a farther parley, John.

John. Yes, Don Frederick, you may be sure we shall
But where are these fellows? Plague on 'em, we have
lost them too in our spleens, like fools.

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Duke. Come, gentlemen, let's go a little faster;
Suppose you have all mistresses, and mend
Your pace accordingly.

John. Sir, I should be as glad of a mistress as an

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Fred. Yes, o'my conscience wouldst thou, and of
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ANTONIO's House.

Enter ANTONIO and his Man.
Ant. With all my gold?
Man. The trunk broken open, and all gone !

Ant. And the mother in the plot?
Man. And the mother and all.

Ant. And the devil and all; and all his imps go with them. Belike they thought I was no more of this world, and those trifles would but disturb my conscience.

Man. Sure they thought, sir, you would not live to disturb them.

Ant. Well, my sweet mistress, I'll try how handsomely your ladyship can caper in the air, there's your master-piece. No imaginations where they should be!

Man. None, sir; yet we have searched all places we suspected; I believe they have taken towards the port.

Ant. Give me then a water-conjuror, one that can raise water-devils ! I'll port them-play at duck and drake with my money! Get me a conjuror, I say;

inquire out a man that let's out devils.

Man. I don't know where.

Ant. In every street, Tom Fool; any blear-ey'd people with red heads and flat noses can perform it. Thou shalt know them by their half gowns, and no breeches. Find me out a conjuror, I say, and learn his price, how he will let his devils out by the day. I'll have them again, if they be above ground.



Street before Don Frederick's Lodging.

Enter Duke, Petruchio, Don FREDERICK, and

Don John. Petr. Your grace is welcome now to Naples ; so you are all, gentlemen.

John. Don Frederick, will you step in, and give the lady notice who comes to visit her?

Petr. Bid her make haste; we come to see no stranger-a night gown will serve turn.

Fred. I'll tell her what you say, sir. [Exit.

Petr. Now will the sport be, to observe her alterations, how betwixt fear and joy she will behave here self.

Duke. Dear brother, I must entreat you

Petr, I conceive your mind, sir-I will not chide her, but like a summer's evening against heat


John. How now?

Fred. Not to abuse your patience longer, nor hold you off with tedious circumstances; for you must know

John. What I knew before.
Petr. What?
Duke. Where is she?
Fred. Gone, sir.
Duke. How !
Petr. What did you say,

sir? Fred. Gone; by Heaven removed. The woman of the house too,

Petr. What, that reverend old woman, that tired me with compliments ?

Fred. The very same.
John. Well, Don Frederick.
Fred. Don John, it is not well: But-
John. But what?
Petr. Gone!
Fred. This fellow can satisfy I lie not.

Peter. A little after my master was departed, sir, with this gentleman, my fellow and myself being sent, on business, as we must think on purpose

John. Yes, yes, on purpose..

Petr. Hang these circumstances, they always serve to usher in ill ends.

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