In gate and countenance furly like a father.
Luc. And what of him, Tranio ?

Tra. If he be credulous, and truft my tale,
I'll make him glad to seem Vincentio,
And give him affurance to Baptifta Minola,
As if he were the right Vincentio:

Take in your love, and then let me alone.

Enter a Pedant.

Ped. God fave you, Sir.

[Exe. Luc. and Bian.

Tra. And you, Sir; you are welcome:
Travel you far on, or are you at the fartheft?
Ped. Sir, at the fartheft for a week or two;
But then up farther, and as far as Rome ;
And fo to Tripoly, if God lend me life.
Tra. What countryman, I pray?

Ped. Of Mantua.

Tra. Of Mantua, Sir? God forbid !

And come to Padua, careless of your life?

Ped. My life, Sir! how, I pray? for that goes hard. Tra. 'Tis death for any one in Mantua To come to Padua; know you not the cause? Your ships are staid at Venice, and the Duke (For private quarrel 'twixt your Duke and him,) Hath publish'd and proclaim'd it openly: "Tis marvel, but that you're but newly come, You might have heard it elfe proclaim'd about. Ped. Alas, Sir; it is worfe for me than fo; For I have bills for money by exchange From Florence, and muft here deliver them. Tra. Well, Sir, to do you courtesy, This will I do, and this will I advise you; Firft, tell me, have you ever been at Pifa? Ped. Ay, Sir, in Pifa have I often been; Pifa renowned for grave citizens.

magifterial. Befides, Tranio's directions to the pedant for his beha viour vouch for my emendation.

"Tis well; and hold your own in any cafe,
With fuch aufterity as longeth to a father.

Tra

Tra. Among them know you one Vincentio ? Ped. I know him not, but I have heard of him ; A merchant of incomparable wealth.

Tra. He is my father, Sir; and, footh to fay, In count'nance fomewhat doth resemble you.

Bion. As much as an apple doth an oyster, and all one.

Tra. To fave your life in this extremity,
This favour will I do you for his fake;
And think it not the worst of all your fortunes,
That you are like to Sir Vincentio :

His name and credit fhall you undertake,
And in my house you fhall be friendly lodg❜d:
Look, that you take upon you as you should.
You understand me, Sir: So fhall
you stay
"Till you have done your business in the city.
If this be court'fy, Sir, accept of it.

Ped. Oh, Sir, I do; and will repute you ever
The Patron of my life and liberty.

[Afide.

Tra. Then go with me to make the matter good:
This by the way I let you understand,
My father is here look'd for every day,
To pafs affurance of a dowre in marriage

"Twixt me and one Baptifta's daughter here:
In all these circumstances I'll instruct you :

Go with me, Sir, to cloath you as becomes you. [Exeunt. Enter Catharina and Grumio.

Gru. No, no, forfooth, I dare not for my life. Cath. The more my wrong, the more his fpite appears: What, did he marry me to famish me? Beggars, that come unto my father's door;

Upon intreaty, have a prefent alms;

If not, elsewhere they meet with charity:
But I, who never knew how to intreat,
Nor never needed that I should intreat,

Am ftarv'd for meat, giddy for lack of fleep;

With oaths kept waking, and with brawling fed;

And that, which fpights me more than all these wants, He does it under name of perfect love;

As

As who would fay, if I fhould fleep or eat
"Twere deadly fickness, or else present death:
I pr'ythee go, and get me fome repaft;
I care not what, fo it be wholesome food.
Gru. What say 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?

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. Â dish, that I do love to feed upon. Gru. Ay, but the mustard is too hot a little. Cath. Why, then the beef, and let the muftard 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 Dave, [beats bin 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 fweeting, all amort? Hor. Mistress 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'st it not;
And all my pains is forted to no proof.

Here take away the dish.

Cath. I pray you, let it ftand.

Pet. The pooreft fervice is repaid with thanks,

And fo fhall mine, before you touch the meat.
Cath. I thank you, Sir.

VOL. II.

Hero.

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

Much good do it unto thy gentle heart;
Kate, eat apace. And now, my honey-love,
Will we return unto thy father's houfe,
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 scarffs, 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 leisure,
To deck thy body with his ruftling treasure.

Enter Taylor.

Come, taylor, let us fee thefe ornaments.

Lay forth the

Enter Haberdasher.

with

What news gown. you, Sir? Hab. Here is the cap, your worship did bespeak. Pet. Why, this was moulded on a porringer, A velvet difh; fy, fy, 'tis lewd and filthy: Why, 'tis a cockle or a walnut-fhell,

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 fuch 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 truft, I may have leave to speak, And speak 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 shall, I will be free Even to the utmost as I please in words.

Pet. Why, thou fay't true, it is a paltry cap,

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A custard 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 merey, heav'n, what making ftuff is here? What? this a fleeve? 'tis like a demi-cannon; What, up and down carv'd like an apple-tart? Here's fnp, and nip, and cut, and slish, and slash, 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.

Tay. You bid me make it orderly and well, According to the fashion of the time.

[Afide.

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 fhall 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,
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 most monftrous arrogance!

Thou lyeft, 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 houfe with a fkein of thread:
Away, thou rag, thou quantity, thou remnant,
Or 1 fhall fo be-mete thee with thy yard,

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
Just as my mafter had direction.

Grumio gave

order how it fhould be done. 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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