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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


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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:
I'm fure, fweet Kate, this kindness merits thanks.
What, not a word? nay then, thou lov't 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.

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;
Kate, eat apace. And now, my honey-love,
Will we return unto thy father's houfe,
And revel it as bravely as the best,

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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 knav'ry.



What, haft thou din'd? the taylor ftays thy leifure, '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 befpeak.
Pet. Why, this was moulded on a porringer,
A velvet difh; fie, fie, '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 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?
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 slish, and slash,
Like to a cenfer in a barber's shop:


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,
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 faw 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


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 house with a skein of thread:
Away, thou rag, thou quantity, thou remnant,
Or I 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 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. But how did you defire it should be made?
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, theu liest.

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

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

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.

Pet. Proceed.

Tay. With a fmall compaft 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 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.

Hor. God-a-1
-mercy, Grumio, then he fhall have no



Pet. Well, Sir, in brief the gown is not for me.
Gru. You are i'th' right, Sir, 'tis for
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


Take up my mistress's gown unto his master's use!
Oh, fie, fic, fie!

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;
For 'tis the mind, that makes the body rich :
And as the fun 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 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 feven, ere I go to horse.
Look, what I fpeak, or do, or think to do,
You are ftill croffing it; Sirs, let't alone,
I will not go to day, and ere I do,

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 Leeps.

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.

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[They bear off Sly.


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