Scene II
Enter Francelia alone, weeping
Fran. Swell on, my griefs; and O, ye gentler tears,
Drop still, and never cease to fall till you
Become a boundless ocean, then drown
The source that sent you out,
And hide Francelia from her husband's sight,5
Her wronged husband's!
O, could my Florelio but see
How all hot flames within me are gone forth,
Sure he would love again! Yet sure he would not!
Heavens,10
How just you are, and, O, how wicked I am!
My heart beats thick,
As if my end were nigh; and would it were!
A better time death cannot take.
An absolution I have had, and have confest15
My unchaste love unto my ghostly father.
My peace is made above; but here below?—
What mak'st thou here, Petruchio?
Enter Clarimont like to Petruchio
Clar. [aside]. She weeps: the whore repents perchance. [Aloud] Madam,
It is my master's pleasure that this night20
You keep your chamber.
Fran. Thy voice and countenance are not the same;
They tell me that thy master is displeas'd.
Clar. Madam, it may be so; but that to me
Is as unknown as is the new-found world.25
I am his servant, and obey commands.
Fran. And so am I. I pr'ythee tell him so;
I will not stir.[Exit
Clar. How cunning is the devil in a woman's shape!
He had almost again persuaded me30
To have become her brother.
Enter Servant.
Ser. Petruchio,
The favourite is lighted at the door,
And asks to see my lady.
Clar. My lady is retired: where is he?[Exit Servant35
This to my heart's desire falls out.
