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within these five days. Good man-mender, stop me up with parsley, like stuffed beef, and let me walk abroad, and let me be dressed to that warlike tune, John Dory.
Surg. You shall walk shortly.
Ant. I will walk presently, sir, and leave your salads there, your green salves, and your oils ; I'll to my old diet again, strong food, and rich wine, and see what that will do.
Surg. Well, go thy ways, thou art the maddest old fellow I ever met with !
Don FREDERICK's Lodging
Enter First CONSTANTIA and LANDLADY.
1 Con. How ?
1 Con. Was it a boy too?
1 Con. May I see it?
Land. You shall see it :
'em ? Be wise, or you may repent too late. I tell you But for your own good, and as you will find it.
1 Con. I ain advis'd.
Land. No more words then ; do that And instantly, I told you of: be ready: Don John, I'll fit you for your frumps.
(Aside. 1 Con. I will, dame : But shall I see this child?
Land. Within this half hour. Let's in, and then think better.
Near the Castle of the DUKE.
Enter PETRUCH10, Don John, and FREDERICK. John. Sir, he is worth your knowledge, and a gen
Petr. You much honour me,
What troop is that below i'th' valley there?
Petr. They are so; 'tis the Duke, 'tis even he, gen.
tlemen; I know him by his company. :
Fred. I think 100,
way. Petr. So he does.
John. Stand you still,
Petr. I need no more instruct you.
(Petruchio and Frederick retire.
Enter Duke and his Party. Duke. Feed the hawks up, We'll fly no more to-day; Oh, my blest fortune, Have I so fairly met the man ! .: John, You have, sir, And him you know by this. [Showing his Hat.
Duke. Sir, all the honour, And love
John. I do beseech your grace stay there.
your train a little.
John. I will, and short ;
Duke. The man, and manner of wrong?
John. Petruchio is the man;
Duke. Now stay you, sir,
As true, I have possess'd her: no less truth,
John. Sir, your pardon ;
Duke. Fair sir, i knew I should convert you; had
But that rough man here now too
John. You shall, sir.
Duke. My noble brother, welcome.
Petr. Do you speak this heartily?
you, And beseech you, pardon my suspicions ; You are now more than a brother, a brave friend too.
John. The good man's overjoy'd. What ho Mr. Modesty, you may come forth now
Enter Don FREDERICK.
Fred. How goes it ?
John. Why the man has bis mare again, and all's
well. The Duke professes freely he's her husband.
Fred. 'Tis a good hearing.
John. Yes, for modest gentlemen ; I must present you-May it please your grace, To number this brave gentleman, my friend, And noble kinsman, among those your servants : He is truly valiant, and modest to converse with. Duke. Oh, my brave friend ! you shower your boun
ties on me.
Fred. Your grace honours me.
Duke. Why, what of her ?
Petr. Nor what, nor where do I know : Wing’d with her feats, last night beyond my know
Fred. Let not that-
Petr. Nay, sink not,
John. Nor shall not, gentlemen ;