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 starv'd for meat, giddy for lack of sleep;
With oaths kept waking, and with brawling fed;
And, that which fpites me more than all these wants,
He does it under name of perfect love :
As who would fay, If I fhould fleep or eat,
"Twere deadly sickness, or else present death.
I pr'ythee go and get me fome repast;
I care not what, fo it be wholesome food.
Gru. What lay you to a neat's foot?

Cath. 'Tis paffing good; I pr'ythee let me have it.
Gru. I fear it is too flegmatic 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 choleric: What fay you to a piece of beef and mustard? Cath. A difh 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 mustard reft. Gru. Nay, then I will not; you fhall have the muffard,

Or elfe 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 false 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 say.

SCENE VII.

Enter Petruchio and Hortenfio, with meat.

Pet. How fares my Kate? what, fweeting, all amort?

Hor. Miftrefs, what chear?

Cath. 'Faith, as cold as can be.

Pet. Pluck up thy fpirits; look chearfully upon

me.

Here, love, thou feeft how diligent I am,
To drefs thy meat myself, and bring it thee:
I'm fure, sweet 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 t.
Here, take away the difh.

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, fy, you are to blame:
Come, Miftrefs Kate, I'll bear you company.
Pet. Eat it up all, Hortenfio, if thou lovest me ;-
[Afide.

Much good do it unto thy gentle heart;
Kate, eat apace. And now, my honey-love,
Will we return unto thy father's house,
And revel it as bravely as the best,

With filken coats, and caps, and golden rings,
With ruffs, and cuffs, and fardingals, and things:
With scarfs, 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 rustling treasure.

† And all my labour has ended in nothing, or proved nothing. Johnfon.

Come, taylor, let us fee thefe 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; 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 fhall have one too, And not 'till then.

Hor. That will not be in hafte.

Cath. Why, Sir, I trust 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 fhall, I will be free, Even to the utmoft as I pleafe 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'st 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, det us fee't.

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 flish, and flash,
Like to a cenfer in a barber's fhop:
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 fhall 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 thee.

Tay. She fays, your worfhip means to make a puppet of her.

.

Pet Oh moft monstrous arrogance!

Thou lieft, 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 whilst thou liv'st:
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 fhould 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, thou lieft.

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

Pet. Read it.

Gru. The note lies in his throat, if he say I said so. Tay. Imprimis, a loofe-bodied gown.

Gru. Master, 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 small compast-cape.
Gru. I confefs the cape.

Tay. With a trunk-sleeve.
Gru. I confefs two fleeves.
Tay. The fleeves curioufly cut.
Pet. Ay, there's the villany.

Gru. Error i' th' bill, Sir, error i' th' bill. I commanded the fleeves fhould 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 mete-yard, and fpare 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. You are ' th' right, Sir, 'tis for my mistrefs. Pet. Go take it up unto thy master's use.

Gru. Villain, not for thy life: take up my miftrefs's gown for thy mafter's ufe!

Pet. Why, Sir, what's your conceit in that? Gru. Oh, Sir, the conceit is deeper than you think for.

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

Pet. Hortenfio, fay thou wilt fee the taylor paid.

[Afide. Go take it hence, be gone, and fay no more. Hor. Taylor, I'll pay thee for thy gown to-mor

row;

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 father's,

Even in thefe honeft mean habiliments:
Our purfes fhall be proud, our garments poor;
For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich: