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Or else you get no beef of Grumio.
Cath. Then both, or one, or any thing thou wilt.
Enter Petruchio and Hortenfio, with meat.
Pet. How fares my Kate? what, Sweeting, all a
Pet. Pluck up thy spirits ; look cheerfully upon me;
Cath. I pray you, let it stand.
Pet. The poorest service is repaid with thanks, And so shall mine, before you touch the meat. Cath. I thank
What, haft thou din'd? the taylor stays thy leisure,
What news with you, Sir ?
Pet. Why, this was moulded on a porringer,
Cath. I'll have no bigger, this doth fit the time ;
Pet. When you are gentle, you shall have one too, And not 'till then.
Hor. That will not be in haste.
Cath. Why, Sir, I trust, I may have leave to speak,
Pet. Why, thou say'ift true, it is a paltry cap.
Cath. Love me, or love me not, I like the cap;
and down carv'd like an apple-tart? Here's snip, and nip, and cut, and Nish, and flash, Like to a censer in a barber's shop:
Why, what a devil's name, taylor, call' It thou this ? Hor. I fee, she's like to’ve neither cap nor gown.
[ Aside. Tay. You bid me make it orderly and well, According to the fashion of the time.
Pet. Marry, and did : but if you be remembred,
thee. Tay. She says, your Worship means to make a puppet of her.
Pet. Oh most monstrous arrogance! Thou lyest, thou thread, thou thimble, Thou yard, three-quarters, half-yard, quarter, nail, Thou flea, thou nit, thou winter cricket, thou! Brav'd in mine own house with a skein of thread : Away, thou rag, thou quantity, thou remnant, Or I shall so be-mete thee with thy yard, As thou shalt think on prating whilst thou liv'it : I tell thee, I, that thou hast marr'd her gown.
Tay. Your Worship is deceiv'd, the gown is made
gave him no order, I gave him the stuff.
Gru. Face not me: thou hast brav'd many men, brave not me; I will neither be fac’d, nor brav'd. I say unto, thee, I bid thy master cut out the gown, but I did not bid him cut it to pieces. Ergo, thou lieft.
Tay. Why, here is the note of the fashion to teftify.
in the skirts of it, and beat me to death with a bottom of brown thread : I faid a gown.
Gru. Error i'th' bill, Sir, error i'th' bill : I com: manded, the sleeves ihould be cut out, and fow'd up again ; and that I'll prove upon thee, tho' thy little finger be armed in a thimble.
Tay. This is true, that I fay; an I had thee in place where, thou fou'dit know it.
Gru. I am for thee straight : take thou the bill, give me thy meet-yard, and spare not me. Hor. God-a-mercy, Grumio, then he shall have no
odds. Pet. Well, Sir, in brief the gown is not for me. Gru. You are i'th' right, Sir, 'tis for my mistress. Pet. Go take it up unto thy mafter's use.
Gru. Villain, not for thy life: take up my miftress's gown for thy master's use !
Pet. Why, Sir, what's your conceit in that ?
mitress's gown unto his master's use! Oh, fie, fie, fie! Pet. Hortenfio, fay, thou wilt see the taylor paid.
Afide. Go take it hence, be gone, and say no more.
Hor. Taylor, I'll pay thee for thy gown to morrow, Take no unkindness of his hasty words:
for ; Take up my
Away, I say ; commend me to thy master. [Exit Tay.
Cath. I dare assure you, Sir, 'tis almost two;
Pet. It shall be feven, ere I Look, what I speak, or do, or think to do, You are still crossing it ; Sirs, let't alone, I will not go to day, and ere I do, It shall be what o'clock I say it is. Hor. Why, fo: this Gallant will command the Sun.
[Exeunt Pet. Cath. and Hor. The Presenters, above, speak here.] Lord. Who's within there?
[Sly Neeps. Enter Servants. Asleep again! go take him easly up, and put him in his own apparel again. But seo, you wake him not in any cafe.
Serv. It shall be done, my Lord; come help to bear him bence.
[They bear off Sly.
go to horse.