SCENE IV.

_Enter_ Petrucchio, _Don_ John, _and_ Frederick.

_John._ Sir, he is worth your knowledg, and a Gentleman If I that so much love him, may commend him, Of free and vertuous parts; and one, if foul play Should fall upon us, for which fear I brought him, Will not flye back for phillips.

_Pet._ Ye much honour me, And once more I pronounce ye both mine.

_Fred._ Stay, what Troop Is that below i' th' Valley there?

_John._ Hawking I take it.

_Pet._ They are so; 'tis the Duke, 'tis even he, Gentlemen, Sirrah, draw back the Horses till we call ye, I know him by his Company.

_Fred._ I think too He bends up this way.

_Pet._ So he does.

_John._ Stand you still Within that Covert till I call: you, _Frederick_, By no means be not seen, unless they offer To bring on odds upon us; he comes forward, Here will I wait him fairly: to your Cabins.

_Pet._ I need no more instruct ye?

_John._ Fear me not, I'le give it him, and boldly. [_Ex._ Pet. _and_ Fred.

_Enter Duke and his faction._

_Duke._ Feed the Hawks up, We'll flie no more to day, O my blest fortune! Have I so fairly met the man?

_John._ Ye have, Sir, And him you know by this.

_Duke._ Sir all the honour, And love--

_John._ I do beseech your Grace stay there, (For I know you too now) that love and honour I come not to receive; nor can you give it, Till ye appear fair to the world; I must beseech ye Dismiss your train a little.

_Duke._ Walk aside, And out of hearing I command ye: Now, Sir.

_John._ Last time we met, I was a friend.

_Duke._ And Nobly, You did a friends office: let your business Be what it may, you must be still--

_John._ Your pardon, Never a friend to him, cannot be friend To his own honour.

_Duke._ In what have I transgress'd it? Ye make a bold breach at the first, Sir.

_John._ Bolder, You made that breach that let in infamy, And ruine, to surprise a noble stock.

_Duke._ Be plain, Sir.

_John._ I will, and short; Ye have wrong'd a Gentleman, Little behind your self, beyond all justice, Beyond mediation of all friends.

_Duke._ The man, and manner of wrong?

_John._ _Petrucchio_, The wrong, ye have Whor'd his Sister.

_Duke._ What's his will in't?

_John._ His will is to oppose you like a Gentleman, And single, to decide all.

_Duke._ Now stay you, Sir, And hear me with the like belief: this Gentleman, His Sister that you nam'd, 'tis true I have long lov'd, Nor was that love lascivious, as he makes it; As true, I have enjoy'd her: no less truth, I have a Child by her: but that she, or he, Or any of that family are tainted, Suffer disgrace, or ruin, by my pleasures, I wear a Sword to satisfie the world no, And him in this cause when he please; for know, Sir, She is my Wife, contracted before Heaven, (Witness I owe more tye to, than her Brother) Nor will I flye from that name, which long since Had had the Churches approbation, But for his jealous danger.

_John._ Sir, your pardon, And all that was my anger, now my service.

_Duk._ Fair Sir, I knew I should convert ye; had we But that rough man here now too--

_John._ And ye shall, Sir, Whoa, hoa, hoo.

_Duke._ I hope ye have laid no Ambush?

_Enter_ Petrucchio.

_John._ Only friends.

_Duke._ My noble Brother welcome: Come put your anger off, we'll no fighting, Unless you will maintain I am unworthy To bear that name.

_Pet._ Do you speak this heartily?

_Duke._ Upon my soul, and truly; the first Priest Shall put you out of these doubts.

_Pet._ Now I love ye; And I beseech you pardon my suspicions, You are now more than a Brother, a brave friend too.

_John._ The good man's over-joy'd.

_Enter_ Frederick.

_Fred._ How, how, how goes it?

_John._ Why, the man has his Mare again, and all's well, _Frederick_, The Duke professes freely he's her Husband.

_Fred._ 'Tis a good hearing.

_John._ Yes, for modest Gentlemen. I must present ye: may it please your Grace, To number this brave Gentleman, my friend, And noble kinsman, amongst those your servants.

_Duke._ O my brave friend! you shower your bounties on me Amongst my best thoughts, Signior, in which number You being worthily dispos'd already, May place your friend to honour me.

_Fred._ My love, Sir, And where your Grace dares trust me, all my service.

_Pet._ Why! this is wondrous happy: But now Brother, Now comes the bitter to our sweet: _Constantia_.

_Duke._ Why, what of her?

_Pet._ Nor what, nor where, do I know! Wing'd with her fears last night, beyond my knowledge, She quit my house, but whither--

_Fred._ Let not that--

_Duke._ No more good Sir, I have heard too much.

_Pet._ Nay sink not, She cannot be so lost.

_John._ Nor shall not, Gentlemen; Be free again, the Lady's found; that smile, Sir, Shews ye distrust your Servant.

_Duke._ I do beseech ye.

_John._ Ye shall believe me: by my soul she is safe.

_Duke._ Heaven knows, I would believe, Sir.

_Fred._ Ye may safely.

_John._ And under noble usage: this fair Gentleman Met her in all her doubts last night, and to his Guard, (Her fears being strong upon her) she gave her person, Who waited on her to our lodging; where all respect, Civil and honest service now attend her.

_Pet._ Ye may believe now.

_Duke._ Yes, I do, and strongly: Well my good friends, or rather my good Angels, For ye have both preserv'd me; when these vertues Dye in your friends remembrance--

_John._ Good your Grace, Lose no more time in complement, 'tis too precious, I know it by my self there can be no Hell To his that hangs upon his hopes; especially In way of lustly pleasures.

_Pet._ He has hit it.

_Fred._ To horse again then, for this night I'le crown With all the joyes ye wish for.

_Pet._ Happy Gentlemen. [_Exeunt._

_Enter_ Francisco.

_Fran._ This is the maddest mischief: never fool Was so fob'd off, as I am; made ridiculous, And to my self mine own Ass: trust a Woman? I'le trust the Devil first; for he dare be Better than's word sometime: what faith have I broke? In what observance fail'd? Let me consider,

_Enter Don_ John, _and_ Frederick.

For this is monstrous usage.

_Fred._ Let them talk, We'll ride on fair and softly.

_Fran._ Well, _Constantia_.

_Fred._ _Constantia_, what's this fellow? stay by all means.

_Fran._ Ye have spun your self a fair thread now.

_Fred._ Stand still, _John_.

_Fran._ What cause had you to fly? what fear possest ye? Were you not safely lodg'd from all suspicion? Us'd with all gentle means? did any know How ye came thither, or what your sin was.

_Fred._ _John_, I smell some juggling, _John_.

_John._ Yes, _Frederick_, I fear it will be found so.

_Fran._ So strangely, Without the counsel of your friends; so desperately To put all dangers on ye?

_Fred._ 'Tis she.

_Fran._ So deceitfully, After a strangers lure!

_John._ Did ye mark that, _Frederick_?

_Fran._ To make ye appear more monster; and the Law More cruel to reward ye? to leave all, All that should be your safegard, to seek evils? Was this your wisdom? this your promise? well, He that incited ye--

_Fred._ Mark that too.

_John._ Yes Sir.

_Fran._ 'Had better have plough'd farther off; now Lady, What will your last friend, he that should preserve ye, And hold your credit up, the brave _Antonio_, Think of this slip? he'll to _Petrucchio_, And call for open justice.

_John._ 'Tis she, _Frederick_.

_Fred._ But what that he is, _John_?

_Fra._ I do not doubt yet To bolt ye out, for I know certainly Ye are about the Town still: ha, no more words. [_Exit._

_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 'em if ye have.

_Fred._ Is this honest?

_John._ Was it in you a friends 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 your self a lecher? 'Tis boyish, 'tis base.

_John._ 'Tis false, and most unmanly to upbraid me, Nor will I be your bolster, Sir.

_Fre._ Thou wanton boy, thou hadst better have been Eunuch, Thou common womans courtesie, than thus Lascivious, basely to have bent mine honour. A friend? I'[l]e make a horse my friend first.

_John._ Holla, holla, Ye kick too fast, Sir: what strange brains have you got, That dare crow out thus bravely? I better been an Eunuch? I privy to this dog trick? clear your self, For I know where the wind sits, and most nobly, Or as I have a life--

_Fred._ No more: they're horses. [_A noise within like horses._ Nor shew no discontent: to morrow comes; Let's quietly away: if she be at home, Our jealousies are put off.

_John._ The fellow,

_Enter Duke_, Petrucchio.

We have lost him in our spleens, like fools.

_Duke._ Come, Gentlemen, Now set on roundly: suppose ye have all Mistresses, And mend your pace according.

_Petr._ Then have at ye. [_Exeunt._

_Actus Quartus. Scena Prima._

_Enter Duke_, Petrucchio, Frederick, _and_ John.

_Petr._ Now to _Bologna_, my most honoured Brother, I dare pronounce ye a hearty, and safe welcome, Our loves shall now way-lay ye; welcome, Gentlemen.

_John._ The same to you brave Sir; _Don Frederick_, Will ye step in and give the Lady notice Who comes to honour her?

_Petr._ Bid her be sudden, We come to see no curious wench: a night-gown Will serve the turn: here's one that knows her nearer.

_Fred._ I'le tell her what ye say, Sir. [_Exit Fred._

_Duke._ My dear brother, Ye are a merry Gentleman.

_Petr._ Now will the sport be, To observe her alterations; how like a wildfire She'll leap into your bosom; then seeing me, Her conscience, and her fears creeping upon her, Dead as a fowl at souse, she'll sink.

_Duke._ Fair Brother, I must intreat you--

_Petr._ I conceive your mind, Sir, I will not chide her: yet ten Duckets, Duke, She falls upon her knees, ten more she dare not--

_Duke._ I must not have her frighted.

_Petr._ Well you shall not:

_Enter_ Frederick, _and_ Peter.

But like a Summers evening against heat, Mark how I'le guild her cheeks!

_John._ How now?

_Fred._ Ye may, Sir: Not to abuse your patience, noble friends, Nor hold ye off with tedious circumstance, For you must know--

_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.

_John._ Well _Don Frederick_.

_Fred._ _Don John_, it is not well, but--

_Pet._ Gone?

_Fred._ This fellow Can testifie I lye not.

_Peter._ Some four hours after My Master was departed, with this Gentleman, My fellow and my self being sent of business, (As we must think) of purpose--

_Petr._ Hang these circumstances, They appear like Owls, to ill ends.

_John._ Now could I eat The Devil in his own broth, I am so tortur'd. Gone?

_Petr._ Gone?

_Fred._ Directly gone, fled, shifted: what would you have me say?

_Duke._ Well, Gentlemen, Wrong not my good opinion.

_Fred._ For your Dukedom I will not be a Knave, Sir.

_John._ He that is, A rot run in his bloud.

_Petr._ But hark ye Gentlemen, Are ye sure ye had her here, did ye not dream this?

_John._ Have you your nose, Sir?

_Petr._ Yes, Sir.

_John._ Then we had her.

_Petr._ Since you are so short, believe your having her Shall suffer more construction.

_John._ Let it suffer, But if I be not clear of all dishonour, Or practice that may taint my reputation, And ignorant of where this Woman is, Make me your Cities monster.

_Duke._ I believe ye.

_John._ I could lye with a Witch now, to be reveng'd, Upon that Rascal did this.

_Fred._ Only thus much I would desire your Grace, for my mind gives me Before night yet she is yours: stop all opinion, And let no anger out, till full cause call it, Then every mans own work's to justifie him, And this day let us give to search: my man here Tells me, by chance he saw out of a window (Which place he has taken notice of) such a face As our old Landladies, he believes the same too, And by her hood assures it: Let's first thither, For she being found, all's ended.

_Duke._ Come, for Heavens sake, And Fortune, and thou be'st not ever turning, If there be one firm step in all thy reelings, Now settle it, and save my hopes: away friends. [_Exeunt._