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S CE N E VI.
Enter Catharina and Grumio. Gru. No, no, forsooth, I dare not for my life. Cath. The more my wrong, the more his spite
Gru. What say you to a neat's foot ?
Gru. I fear it is too flegmatic a meat:
Cath. I like it well; good Grumio, fetch it me.
Gru. 'I cannot tell ;-] fear it's choleric:
Cath. A dish that I do love to feed upon.
Cath. Then both, or one, or any thing thou wilt. Gru. Why, then the mustard without the beef. Gath. Go, get thee gone, thou false deluding Nave,
[Beats hime That feed'st me with the very name of meat, Sorrow on thee, and all the pack of you That triumph thus upon my misery! Go, get thee gone, I say.
SC E N E VII.
Pet. Pluck up thy spirits; look chearfully upon
Cath. I pray you let it stand.
Pet. The poorest service is repaid with thanks; And so Mall mine, before you touch the meat.
Cath. I thank you, Sir.
Hor. Signior Petruchio, fy, you are to blaine :
+ And all my labour has ended in nothing, or proved nothing. Fobnfor.
SC E N E VIII.
Hab. Here is the cap your worship did bespeak.
Pet. Why, this was moulded on a porringer,
Cath. I'll have no bigger ; this doth fit the time;
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 trust I may have leave to speak,
Pet. Why, thou say'st true, it is a paltry cap,
Cath. Love me, or love me not, I like the cap;
Pet. Thy gown? why, ay.--Come, taylor, let
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 Mall hop without my custom, Sir: I'll none of it; hence, make your best of it.
Cath. I never saw a better fashion'd gown, More quaint, more pleasing, nor more coinmendable. Belike you mean to make a puppet of me. Pet. Why, true, he means to make a puppet of
thea. Tay. She says, your worship means to make a puppet of her.
Pet Oh most monstrous arrogance ! Thou liest, thou thread, thou thimble, Thou yard, three-quarters, half-yard, quarter, nail, Thou fea, 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 shall so be-mete thee with thy yard, As thou shalt think on prating whilst thou liv'st: I tell thee, I, that thou hast marr'd her gown.
Tay. Your worship is deceiv'd; the gown is made
Gru. I gave him no order, I gave him the stuff.
Gru. Face not me : thou hast brav'd many men, brave not me; I will neither be fac'd, nor briv'd. I say unto thee, I bid thy matter cut out the gown, but I did not bid him cut it to pieces. Ergo, thou liest.
Tay. Why, here is the note of the fashion to testify.
Pet. Read it.
Gru. Master, if ever I said loose-bodied gown, fow me up in the skirts of it, and beat me to death with a bottom of brown thread: I said a gown,
Gru. Error i'th' bill, Sir, error i'th' bill. I commanded the sleeves should be cut out, and sow'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 shou’dst know it.
Gru. I am for thee straight : take thou the bill, give me thy mete-yard, and spare not me. Hor. God a-inercy, Grumio, then he shall 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 master's use.
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?
[Aside. Go take it hence, be gone, and say no more. Hor. Taylor, I'll pay thee for thy gown to-mor