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'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 say. Enter Petruchio and Hortenfio, with meat. Pet. How fares my Kate? what, Sweeting, 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 dress thy meat myself, and bring it thee: Cath. I pray you, let it ftand. Pet. The pooreft fervice is repaid with thanks, Hor. Signior Petruchio, fie you are to blame: Much good do it unto thy gentle heart; [Afide. With filken coats, and caps, and golden rings, S What, What, haft thou din'd? the taylor ftays thy leisure, Enter Taylor. Come, taylor, let us see these ornaments. Lay forth the gown. What news with you, Sir? A knack, a toy, a trick, a baby's cap. Cath. I'll have no bigger, this doth fit the time; Pet. When you are gentle, you fhall have one too, And not 'till then. Hor. That will not be in hafte. Cath. Why, Sir, I truft, I may have leave to fpeak, 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'ft true, it is a paltry cap. A cuftard-coffin, a bauble, a filken pie; I love thee well, in that thou lik'ft 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, heaven, what masking stuff is here? Why, . Why, what a devil's name, taylor, call'ft thou this? Tay. You bid me make it orderly and well, [Afide. Pet. Marry, and did: but if you be remembered, For you fhall hop without my cuftom, Sir: I'll none of it; hence, make your best of it. Cath. I never faw a better-fafhion'd gown, 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. O most monftrous arrogance! Thou lyeft, thou thread, thou thimble, Thou yard, three quarters, half-yard, quarter, nail, Tay. Your Worship is deceiv'd, the gown is made Grumio gave order how it should be done. Gru. I gave him no order, I gave him the stuff. 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 lieft. S 2 Tay Tay. Why, here is the note of the fashion to teftify. Gru. The note lies in's throat, if he say I faid fo. Gru. Mafter, if ever I faid loose-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 compaft cape. Tay. With a trunk-sleeve. Gru. Error i' th' bill, Sir, error i' th' bill: I commanded, the fleeves should 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 fhoud'st know it. Gru. I am for thee ftraight: take thou the bill, give me thy meet-yard, and spare not me. Hor. God-a-mercy, Grumio, then he fhall have no odds. Pet. Well, Sir, in brief the gown is not for me. Gru. Villain, not for thy life: take up my mistress's gown for thy mafter's use ! Pet. Why, Sir, what's your conceit in that? for; Pet. Hortenfio, fay, thou wilt fee the taylor paid. Go take it hence, be gone, and fay no more. think [Afide. Hor. Taylor, I'll pay thee for thy gown to-morrow, Take no unkindness of his hafty words: Away, Away, I fay; commend me to thy mafter. [Exit Tay. Pet. Well, come, my Kate, we will unto your father's, Even in these honeft mean habiliments: Our purses shall be proud, our garments poor; It fhall be what o'clock I fay it is. Hor. Why, fo this Gallant will command the Sun. [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. Serv. It fhall be done, my Lord; come help to bear him bence. S 3 [They bear off Sly. SCENE |