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Or else you get no beef of Grumio.

Cath. Then both, or one, or any thing thou wilt.
Gru. Why, then the mustard without the beef.
Cath. Go, get thee gone, thou false deluding slave,

[Beats him.
That feed'It me with the very name of meat :
Sorrow on thee, and all the pack of you,
That triumph thus upon my misery!
Go, get thee gone, I say.

Enter Petruchio and Hortenfio, with meat.

Pet. How fares my Kate? what, Sweeting, all a

mort?
Hor. Mistress, what cheer ?
Cath. Faith, as cold as can be.

Pet. Pluck up thy spirits ; look cheerfully upon me;
Here, love, thou seest how diligent I am,
To dress thy meat my self, and bring it thee:
I'm sure, sweet Kate, this kindness merits thanks.
What, not a word ? nay then, thou lov'it it not:
And all my pains is sorted to no proof.
Here, take away the dish.

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

you,

Sir.
Hor. Signior Petruchio, fie, you are to blame :
Come, mistress Kate, I'll bear you company.
Pet. Eat it up all, Hortensio, if thou lovest me; me

[ Afide.
Much good do it unto thy gentle heart;
Kate, eat apace. And now, my honey-love,
Will we return unto thy father's house,
And revel it as bravely as the best,
With filken coats, and caps, and golden rings,
With ruffs, and cuffs, and fardingals, and things:
With scarfs, and fans, and double change of brav'ry,
With amber bracelets, beads, and all this knav'ry.
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What, haft thou din'd? the taylor stays thy leisure,
'To deck thy body with his ruftling treasure.

Enter Taylor.
Come, taylor, let us see these ornaments.

Enter Haberdasher.
Lay forth the

gown.

What news with you, Sir ?
Hab. Here is the cap your worship did bespeak.

Pet. Why, this was moulded on a porringer,
A velvet dish; fie, fie, 'tis lewd and filthy:
Why, 'tis a cockle or a walnut-shell,
A knack, a toy, a trick, a baby's cap.
Away with it, come, let me have a bigger.

Cath. I'll have no bigger, this doth fit the time ;
And gentlewomen wear such caps as these.

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,
And speak I will. I am no child, no babe ;
Your betters have endur'd me say my mind;
And, if you cannot, best you stop your ears.
My tongue will tell the anger of my heart,
Or, elle my heart, concealing it, will break :
And rather than it shall, I will be free
Even to the utmost as I please in words.

Pet. Why, thou say'ift true, it is a paltry cap.
A custard-coffin, a bauble, a silken pie;
I love thee well, in that thou lik'st it not.

Cath. Love me, or love me not, I like the cap;
And I will have it, or I will have none.
Pet. Thy gown? why, ay; come, taylor, let us

fee't.
O mercy, heav'n, what masking stuff is here?
What this a sleeve ? 'tis like a demi-cannon ;

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:

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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,
I did not bid you mar it to the time.
Go, hop me over every kennel home,
For you shall hop without my custom, Sir :
I'll none of it; hence, make your best of it.
Cath. I never saw a better-fashion'd

gown,
More quaint, more pleasing, nor more commendable:
Belike, you mean to make a puppet of me.
Pet. Why, true, he means to make a puppet of

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
Just as my master had direction.
Grumio gave order how it should be done.
Gru. I

gave him no order, I gave him the stuff.
Tay. But how did you desire it should be made :
Gru. Marry, Sir, with needle and thread.
Tay. But did you not request to have it cut ?
Gru. Thou hást fac'd many things.
Tay. I have.

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.

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Tay. Why, here is the note of the fashion to teftify.
Pet. Read it.
Gru. The note lies in's throat, if he say I said fo.
Tay. Imprimis, a loose-bodied gown.
Gru. Master, if ever I' said loose-bodied gown, sow

in the skirts of it, and beat me to death with a bottom of brown thread : I faid a gown.

Pet. Proceed.
Tay. With a small compaft cape.
Gru. I confess the cape.
Tay. With a trunk-sleeve.
Gru. I confess two fleeves.
Tay. The sleeves curiously cut.
Pet. Ay, there's the villany.

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 ?
Gru. Oh, Sir, the conceit is deeper than you think

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:

Away,

for ; Take up my

Away, I say ; commend me to thy master. [Exit Tay.
Pét. Well, come, my Kate, we will unto your fa-

ther's,
Even in these honeft mean habiliments :
Our purses shall be proud, our garments poor ;
For 'tis the mind, that makes the body rich :
And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds,
So honour peereth in the meanest habit.
What, is the jay more precious than the lark,
Because his feathers are more beautiful ?
Or is the adder better than the eel,
Because his painted skin contents the eye

?
Oh, no, good Kate; neither art thou the worse
For this poor furniture, and mean array.
If thou account'st it shame, lay it on me ;
And therefore frolick; we will hence forthwith,
To feast and sport us at thy father's house.
Go call my men, and let us straight to him,
And bring our horses unto Long-lane end,
There will we mount, and thither walk on foot.
Let's see, I think, 'tis now fome seven o'clock,
And well we may come there by dinner time.

Cath. I dare assure you, Sir, 'tis almost two;
And 'twill be supper-time ere you come there.

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.

SCENE

go to horse.

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