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Clar. So there is but this: the wanton king this night
Thinks to embrace my sister: his bed shall prove
His grave; his own favourite shall make it so.
I have persuaded him
She yields, and this night doth expect him: he,60
To make sure o' th' husband, by my advice, as if
He did intend some jest, means to change lodgings
With wrong'd Florelio the favourite.

Enter Petruchio

Petruchio, welcome! You have other clothes;
These I should borrow for a little while:65
In masquing times disguises are in fashion.
I have a pretty plot in hand;
And, if it take, 'twill be some crowns in thy way.

Pet. I shall pray hard it may, sir;
My clothes, howsoever, are at your service.70

Clar. And I
At yours, Petruchio. But you must be dumb
And secret now.

Pet. As any statue, sir.

Clar. Come, then, let us about it![Exeunt

 

ACT V
Scene I
Enter Lepido and Drollio

Drol. A rare masque, no doubt; who contriv'd it?

Lep. Marry, he that says 'tis good, howsoe'er he has made it,
Signior Multecarni.

Drol. Who, the poet-laureat?

Lep. The same.

Drol. O, then, 'twere blasphemy to speak against it.5
What, are we full
Of Cupids? Do we sail upon the vast,
And re-sail, and fetch the masque from the clouds?

Lep. Away, critic! thou never understood'st him.

Drol. Troth, I confess it; but my comfort is,10
Others are troubled with the same disease,
'Tis epidemical, Lepido; take't on my word.
And so let's in, and see how things go forward.[Exeunt