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 muftard is too hot a little. Cath. Why, then the beef, and let the muftard rest. Gru. Nay, then I will not; you fhall have the mustard,

Or else 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 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 misery! Go, get thee gone, I fay.

Pet.

Enter Petruchio and Hortenfio, with meat.

HOW fares my Kate? what, Sweeting, all

amort?

Hor. Miftrefs, what cheer?

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 myself, and bring it thee:
I'm fure, fweet Kate, this kindness merits thanks.
What, not a word ? nay then, thou lov'ft it not :
And all my pains is forted to no proof.
Here, take away the difh.

Cath. I pray you, let it stand.

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, fic, you are to blame : Come, mistress Kate, I'll bear you company.

Pet.

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 house,
And revel it as bravely as the best,

[Afide.

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 ruftling treasure.

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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 dish; 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 ftop your ears. My tongue will tell the anger of my heart, Or, elfe my heart, concealing it, will break:

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And

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 fee't. O mercy, heav'n, what masking ftuff 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 slash, Like to a cenfer in a barber's fhop:

Why, what a devil's name, taylor, callft 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 fafhion 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 cuftom, Sir:
I'll none of it; hence, make your beft 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, truc, he means to make a puppet of thee. Tay. She fays, your Worship means to make a puppet of her.

Pet. O moft monftrous 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 fkein 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 thoû liv'ft:
I tell thee, I, that thou haft marr'd her gown.

Tay.

Tay. Your Worship is deceiv'd, the gown is made Just as my master had direction.

Grumio gave order how it should be done.

Gru. I gave him no order, I gave him the ftuff.
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, thou lieft. Tay. Why, here is the note of the fashion to teftify. Pet. Read it.

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

Gru. Mafter, 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 said a gown.

Pet. Proceed.

Tay. With a small compaft cape.
Gru. I confefs the cape.

Tay. With a trunk-sleeve..
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 should 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 ftraight: take thou the bill, give me thy mete-yard, and spare not me.

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

Pet. Well, Sir, in brief the gown is not for me.

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Gru.

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 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

Oh, fie, fie, fie!

gown unto his master's use!

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

Go take it hence, be gone, and say no more.

[Afide.

Hor. Taylor, I'll pay thee for thy gown to-morrow,
Take no unkindnefs of his hafty words:
Away, I fay; commend me to thy mafter. [Ex, Taylor.
Pet. Well, come, my Kate, we will unto your father's,
Even in these honeft mean habiliments:

Our purfes fhall 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 frolic; we will hence forthwith,
To feaft and fport 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 feyen 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.

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