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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 falfe deluding flave, [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 fay.
Enter Petruchio and Hortenfio, with meat.
Pet. How fares my Kate? what, Sweeting, all a
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 my felf, and bring it thee:
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.
Hor. Signior Petruchio, fie, 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;
With filken coats, and caps, and golden rings,
What, haft thou din'd? the taylor ftays thy leifure, 'To deck thy body with his ruftling treasure.
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;
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 hafte.
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 stop 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 utmost 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
O mercy, heav'n, what masking stuff is here?
Why, what a devil's name, taylor, call'st thou this? Hor. I fee, fhe's like to've neither cap nor gown. [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,
Go, hop me over every kennel home,
Pet. Why, true, he means to make a puppet of
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,
As thou shalt think on prating whilft thou liv'ft:
Tay. Your Worship is deceiv'd, the gown is made Juft as my mafter had direction.
Grumio gave order how it should be done.
Gru. I gave him no order, I gave him the fluff.
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, theu liest.
Tay. Why, here is the note of the fashion to testify.
Gru. The note lies in's throat, if he fay I faid fo.
Gru. Mafter, if ever I faid loose-bodied gown, sow me up in the skirts of it, and beat me to death with a bottom of brown thread: I faid a gown.
Tay. With a fmall compaft cape.
Tay. With a trunk-fleeve.
Gru. Error i' th' bill, Sir, error i' th' bill: I commanded, the fleeves thould 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 fhou'dft know it.
Gru. I am for thee straight: take thou the bill, give me thy meet-yard, and fpare not me.
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 master's use!
Pet. Why, Sir, what's your conceit in that?
Gru. Oh, Sir, the conceit is deeper than you think
Take up my mistress's gown unto his master's use!
Pet. Hortenfio, fay, thou wilt fee the taylor paid.
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 mafter. [Exit Tay. Pet. Well, come, my Kate, we will unto your fa
Even in these honeft mean habiliments :
Our purses shall be proud, our garments poor;
Cath. I dare affure you, Sir, 'tis almost two;
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?
Afleep again! go take him eafily 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 bim bence.
[They bear off Sly.