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Gru. I cannot tell; L fear, 'tis cholerick. What say you to a piece of beef, and mustard? I ath. A dish that I do love to feed upon. Gru. Ay, but the mustard is too hot a little. Hath. Why, then the beef, and let the mustard rest. Gru. Nay, then I will not; you shall have the mustard, or else you get mo beef of Grumio. Hath. Then both, or one, or anything thou wilt Gru. Why, then the mustard without the beef. Kath. Go, get thce gone, thou false deluding slave, s Beats him. That feed'st me with the very name of meat; Sorrow on thee, and all the pack of you, That triumph thus upon my miseryl Go, get thee gone, I say.

Enter PETAuchio, with a dish of meat; and Hort'TEN's Io.

Pet. How fares my Kate 2 What, sweeting, all - amort? Hor. Mistress, what cheer? Hath. 'Faith, as cold as can be. Pet. Pluck up thy spirits, look cheerfully upon me. Iiere, love; thou see'st how diligent I am, To dress thy meat myself, and bring it thee: - [Sets the dish on a tah le. I am sure, sweet Kate, this kindness merits thanks. What, not a word? Nay then, thou lov'st it not; And all my pains is sorted to no proof: — a Here, take away this dish, Hath. ‘Pray you, let it stand. -Pet. The poorest service is repaid with thanks; And so shall mine, before you touch the meat. Iiath. I thank you, Sir.

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Hor. Signior Petruchio, fie! you are to blame: Come, Mistress Kate, I'll bear you company.

Pet. Eat it up all, Hortensio, if thou lov'st me.

- [Aside.

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 silken coats, and caps, and golden rings,
With ruff's and cuffs, and farthingales, and things;
With scarfs, and fans, and double change of bravery, -
With amber bracelets, beads, and all this knavery.
What, hast thou din'd? The tailor stays thy leisure,
To deck thy body with his ruffling treasure.

Enter Tailor.

Come, tailor, let us see these ornaments; - Enter Haberdasher. - - o Lay forth the gown. What news with you, Sir? Hab. Here is the cap your worship did bespeak. Pet. Why, this was moulded on a porringer; A velvet dish; fic, fie! 'tis lewd and filthy; Why, 'tis a cockle, or a walnutshell, A knack, a toy', a trick, a baby's cap; Away with it, coine, let me have a bigger. Iíath. I'll have no bigger; this doth fit the time, And gentlewomen wear such caps as these. Pet. When you are gentle, you shall have one too, And not till them." Hor. That will not be in haste., [Aside. Hath. 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 say my mind; And, if you canãot, best you stop your ears. My tongue will tell the anger of my heart; *" w . r

or clse my heart, concealing it, will break :
And, rather than it shall, I will be free
Even to the uttermost, as I please, in words.
Pet. Why, thou say'st true; it is a paltry cap,
A custard - coffin, a bauble, a silken pie:
I love thee well, in that thou lik'st it not. |
Iíath. Love me, or love me not, I like the cap;
And it I will have, or I will have mone.
Pet. Thy gown 2 why, ay: Comc, tailor, let us sce’t.
O mercy, God! what masking stuff is here 2
'what's this? a sleeve? 'tis like a demicannon:
What! up and down, carv'd like an appletart 2
Here's snip, and mip, and cut, and slish, and slash,
Like to a censer in a barber's shop: -
why, what, o'devil's name, tailor, call'st thou this?
Hor. I sec, she's like to have ileither cap 11or gown.
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Tai. You bid me make it orderly and well,
According to the fashion, and the time.
Pet. Marry, and did; but if you be remeinber'd.
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.
Hath. I never saw 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. ,
Tai. She says, your Worship , means to make a
puppet of her. -
Pet. Omonstrous arrogance! Thou liest, thou thread,
Thou thimble, -
Thou yard, three-quarters, half-yard, quarter, nail,
Thou flea, thou nit, thoti 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 whirst thou liv'st! I tell thee, I, that thou hast marr'd her gown. Tai. Your worship is deceiv'd; the gown is made Just as my master had direction: . . . . . . . Grumio gave order how it should be dome. Gru. I gave him no order, I gave him the stuff. Tai. But how did you desire it should be made * Gru. Marry, Sir, with needle and thread. Tai. But did you not request to have it cut” Gru. Thou hast faced many things. Tai. I have. Gru. Face not me: thou hast brav'd many ment; brave not me; I will neither be faced nor braved. I say unto thee, I bid thy master cut out the gown ; but I did not bid him cut it to pieces: ergo, thou liest. Tai. Why, here is the note of the fashion to testify. J’et. Read it. Gru. The note lies in his throat, if he say I said so. Tai. Imprimis, a loose-bodied gown: Gru. Master, if ever I said loose-bodied gown, sew me in the skirts of it, and beat me to death with a bottom of brown thread: I said, a govvn. Pet. Proceed. - * Tai. With a small comparr'd cape; Gru. I confess the cape. Tai. With a trunk sleeve; Gru. I confess two sleeves. Tai. The fleeves curiously cut. Pet. Ay, there's the villainy. Griz. Error ithe bill, Sir ; error ithe bill, I com. manded the sleeves should be cut out, and scwed up again; and that I'll prove upon thee, though thy little finger be armed in a thimble,

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Tai. This is true, that I say; an I had thee in place where, thou should'st know it.

Gru. I am for thee straight: take thou the bill, give me thy mete - yard, and spare not me.

Hor. God-a-mercy, Grumio ! then he shall have

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Pet. Go, take it up unto thy master's use! Gru. Villain, not for thy life: Take up my mistress' gown for thy master's use! Pet. Why, Sir, what's your conceit in that? Grit. O, Sir, the conceit is deeper than you think for: Take up my mistress' gown to his master's use! O, fie, fie, fie ' ' ' . Pet. Hortensio, say thou wilt see the tailor paid:* - [Aside, * Go take it hence; be gone, and say no more. - Hor. Tailor, I'll pay thee for thy gown to-morrow. Take no unkindness of his hasty words: Away, I say; commend me to thy master. - - [Exit Tailor. - Pet. Well, come, my Kate; we will unto your * * - -- - father's, Even in these homest mean habiliments; Our purses shall be proud, our garments poor: I'or 'tis the mind that makes the body rich; And as the sum 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 comtents the eye? O, no, good Kate; meither art thout the worse For this poor furniture, and mean array. If thou account'st it sharine, lay it, on me: -

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