As who would fay, if I fhould fleep or eat
'T'were deadly fickness, or elfe prefent death:
I pr'ythee go, and get me fome repast;
I care not what, fo it be wholesome food.
Gru. What fay you to a neat's foot?

Cath. Tis paffing good; I pr'ythee, let me have it. Gru. I fear, it is too flegmatick a meat: How fay you to a fat tripe finely broil'd?

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Cath. I like it well; good Grumio, fetch it me.
Gru. I cannot tell;-I fear, it's cholerick
What fay you to a piece of beef and mustard?
Cath. A dish, that I do love to feed upon.
Gru. Ay, but the muftard is too hot a little.
Cath. Why, then the beef, and let the mustard rest.
Gru. Nay, then I will not; you shall have the mustard,
Or else you get no beef of Grumio.

Cath. Then both, or one, or any thing thou wilt.
Gru. Why, then the muftard without the beef.
Cath. Go, get thee gone, thou falfe deluding flave,

That feed'ft me with the very name of meat:
Sorrow on thee, and all the pack of you,
That triumph thus upon my mifery!

Go, get thee gone, I fay.

[beats him.

Enter Petruchio and Hortenfio, with meat. Pet. How fares my Kate? what fweeting, all amort ? Hor. Miftrefs, what cheer?

Cath. 'Faith, as cold as can be.

Pet. Pluck up thy fpirits; look cheerfully upon me; Here, love, thou feeft how diligent I am,

To drefs thy meat myself, and bring it thee:

I'm fure, fweet Kate, this kindness merits thanks.
What, not a word? nay then, thou lov'ft it not:
And all my pains is forted to no proof.
Here take away the dish.

Cath. I pray you, let it stand.

Pet. The pooreft fervice is repaid with thanks, And fo fhall mine, before you touch the meat. Cath. I thank you, Sir.

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Hor. Signior Petruchio, fy, you are to blame:
Come, mistress Kate, I'll bear you company.
Pet. Eat it up all, Hortenfio, if thou loveft me;-

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,

[Afide.

With filken coats, and caps, and golden rings,
With ruffs, and cuffs, and fardingals, and things:
With fcarfs, and fans, and double change of brav'ry,
With amber bracelets, beads, and all this knavery.
What, haft thou din'd; the taylor ftays thy leifure,
To deck thy body with his ruftling treasure.

Enter Taylor.

Come, taylor, let us fee thefe ornaments.

Enter Haberdasher.

Lay forth the gown. What news with you, Sir?
Hab. Here is the cap, your worship did befpeak.
Pet. Why, this was moulded on a porringer,
A velvet dish; fy, fy, '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 hafte.

Cath. Why, Sir, I truft, I may have leave to speak, And fpeak I will. I am no child, no babe; Your betters have endur'd me fay my mind; And, if you cannot, beft you ftop your ears. My tongue will tell the anger of my heart, Or, elfe my heart, concealing it, will break: And rather than it fhall, I will be free Even to the utmoft as I please in words.

Pet. Why, thou fay'it true, it is a paltry cap,

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A cuftard coffin, a bauble, a filken pie;

I love thee well, in that thou lik't it not.

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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 ftuff is here? What? this a fleeve ? 'tis like a demi-cannon; What, up and down carv'd like an apple-tart? Here's fnip, and nip, and cut, and flish, and flash, Like to a cenfer in a barber's fhop:

Why, what a devil's name, taylor, call'ft thou this Hor. I fee, fhe's like to've neither cap nor gown.

13 that [Afide." 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 marr it to the time.

Go, hop me over every kennel home,
For you shall hop without my cuftom, Sir:
I'll none of it; hence, make your best of it

Cath. I never faw a better-fashion'd gown,UH dell More quaint, more pleafing, 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 fays, your worship means to make a puppet of her.

Pet. Oh mot monftrous arrogance!

Thou lyeft, thou thread, thou thimble,"

Thou yard, three quarters, half yard, quarter, nail,

Thou flea, thou nit, thou winter cricket, thou! 8 brA
Bray'd in mine own house with a fkein of thread:
Away, thou rag, thou quantity, thou remnant,
Or I fhall fo be-mete thee with thy yard, w
As thou shalt think on prating whilft thou liv'ft:
I tell thee, I, that thou haft marr'd her gown.
Tay. Your worship is deceiv'd, the gown is made
Juft as my mafter had direction.
Grumio gave order how it should be done ati
Gru. I gave him no order, I gave him the stuff.
Tay. But how did you defire it should be made?

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Gru. Marry, Sir, with needle and thread.
Tay. But did you not request to have it cut?
Gru. Thou haft fac'd many things.

Tay. I have.

Gru. Face not me: Thou haft brav'd many men, brave not me; I will neither be fac'd, nor brav'd.' I fay unto thee, I bid thy mafter cut out the gown, but I did not bid him cut it to pieces. Ergo, thou lyeft.

Tay. Why, here is the note of the fashion to testify.
Pet. Read it.

Gru. The note lyes in's throat, if he fay I said fo.
Tay. Imprimis, a loose-bodied gown.

Gru. Mafter, if ever I faid loofe-bodied gown, fow me up 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 fmall compast cape.
Gru. I confefs the cape.

Tay. With a trunk-fleeve.
Gru. I confefs two fleeves.
Tay. The fleeves curiously cut.
Pet. Ay, there's the villany.

Gru. Error i'th' bill, Sir, error i'th' bill: I commanded, the fleeves fhould be cut out, and fow'd up again; and that I'll prove upon thee, though thy little finger be armed in a thimble.

Tay. This is true, that I fay; an I had thee in place where, thou fhou'dit know it.

Gru. I am for thee ftraight: Take thou the bill give me thy meet-yard, and spare not me.

Hor. God-amercy, Grumia, then he fhall 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 ufe.

Gru. Villain, not for thy life: Take up my mistress'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 for; Take up my mistress's gown unto his master's use! Oh, fy, fy, fy.

Pet.

Pet. Hortenfio, fay, thou wilt fee the taylor paid. [Afide. Go take it hence, be gone, and fay no more.

Hor. Taylor, I'll pay thee for thy gown to-morrow, Take no unkindness of his hafty words:

Away, I fay; commend me to thy master.

[Exit Tay. Pet. Well, come, my Kate, we will unto your father's, Even in thefe honeft mean habiliments: Our purfes fhall be proud, our garments poor; For 'tis the mind, that makes the body rich: And as the fun breaks through the darkeft 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 then the eel, Because his painted skin contents the eye? Oh, no, good Kate; neither art thou the worfe For this poor furniture, and mean array. If thou account'ft it fhame, 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 ftraight to him, And bring our horfes unto Long-lane end, There will we mount, and thither walk on foot. Let's fee, I think, 'tis now fome feven o'clock, And well we may come there by dinner time. Cath. I dare affure you, Sir, 'tis almost two; And 'twill be fupper-time ere you come there. Pet. It fhall be seven, ere I go to horse. Look, what I fpeak, or do, or think to do, You are fill croffing 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 fun.

[Exeunt Pet. Cath, and Hor. [The Prefenters, above, fpeak here.

Lord. Who's within there?

Enter Servants.

[Sly fleeps.

Afleep again! go take him easily up, and put him in his own apparel again. But fee, you wake him not in any cafe.

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