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THE TAMING OF A SHBEW.           185
But he cold not the matter mend, For he was thereto sworne.
Yet hath the longest day his date;                    65
For this we al do know, Although the day be neer soe long,
To even soone wil it goe. So fell it out with hir at lenth,
The yeare was now come out;                       to
The sun, and moone, and all the starres,
Their race had run about.
Then he began to rouse himselfe,
And to his wyfe he saide, " Since that your raigne is at an end,              75
Now know me for your heade." But she that had borne swaye so long
Wold not be under brought, But stil hir tounge on pattens ran,
Though many blowes she caught.                  so
He bet hir backe, he bet hir syde,
He bet hir blacke and blew; But for all this she wolde not mend,
But worse and worse she grew. When that he saw she wolde not mend, ss
Another way wrought hee ; He mewde hir up as men mew hawkes,
Where noe light she cold see.
And kept hir without meate or drinke For four dayes space and more;                   *)







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