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Scæna Secunda.
Enter two Souldiers.1 Sol.
Is the Captaine come home?
2 Sol.
No, who commands the Guard to night?
1 Sol.
I thinke Petruchio.
2 Sol.
What's the Word?
1 Sol.
None knowes yet.
2 Sol.
I would this Lady were married out oth' way once,
Or out of our custodies; I wish they wold take in more companies,
For I am sure we feel her in our duties shrewdly.
1 Sol.
'Tis not her fault I warrant ye, she is ready for't,
And that's the plague, when they grow ripe for marriage
They must be slipt like Hawkes.
2 Sol.
Give me a meane wench,
No State doubt lyes on her, she is alwaies ready.
1 Sol.
Come to the Guard, 'tis late, and sure the Captaine
Can not be long away.
2 Sol.
I have watch'd these three nights,
To morrow they may keep me tame for nothing.
Exeunt.
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