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Gru. I confess the cape.
Tai. The sleeves curiously cut.
Gru. Error i'the bill, sir; error i'the bill. I commanded the sleeves should be cut out, and sewed up again; and that I'll prove upon thee, though thy little finger be armed in a thimble.
Tai. This is true, that I say; an I had thee in place where, thou shoud'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 no odds.
Pet. Well, sir, in brief, the gown is not for me. Gru. You are i'the 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' gown for thy master's use!
Pet. Why, sir, what's your conceit in that?
Pet. Hortensio, say thou wilt see the tailor
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.
Pet. Well, come, my Kate; we will unto your father's,
Even in these honest mean habiliments;
Our purses shall be proud, our garments poor:
If thou account'st it shame, lay it on me:
Kath. I dare assure you, sir, 'tis almost two;
It shall be what o'clock I say it is.
Hor. Why, so! this gallant will command the sun.
PADUA. BEFORE BAPTISTA'S HOUSE.
Enter Tranio, and the Pedant dressed like Vincentio. Tra. Sir, this is the house; Please it you, that I
Ped. Ay, what else? and, but I be deceived,
Ped. I warrant you: But, sir, here comes your boy; 'Twere good, he were school'd.
Tra. Fear you not him. Sirrah, Biondello, Now do your duty throughly, I advise you; Imagine 'twere the right Vincentio.
Bion. Tut! fear not me.
Tra. But hast thou done thy errand to Baptista? Bion. I told him, that your father was at Venice; And that you look'd for him this day in Padua.
Tra. Thou'rt a tall fellow; hold thee that to drink. Here comes Baptista:-set your countenance, sir.—
Enter Baptista and Lucentio.
Signior Baptista, you are happily met:-
This is the gentleman I told you of;
Ped. Soft, son!—
Sir, by your leave; having come to Padua
To have him match'd; and,-if you please to like
Bap. Sir, pardon me in what I have to say;—
We be affied; and such assurance ta'en
As shall with either part's agreement stand?
Bap. Not in my house, Lucentio; for, you know,
Tra. Then at my lodging, an it like you, sir:
Bap. It likes me well:-Cambio, hie you home,
Luc. I pray the gods she may, with all my heart! Tra. Dally not with the gods, but get thee gone. Signior Baptista, shall I lead the way?
Welcome! one mess is like to be your cheer:
I follow you.
[Exeunt Tranio, Pedant, and Baptista. Bion. Cambio.
What say'st thou, Biondello? Bion. You saw my master wink and laugh upon
Luc. Biondello, what of that?
Bion. 'Faith, nothing; but he has left me here behind, to expound the meaning or moral of his signs and tokens.
Luc. I pray thee, moralize them.