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Ped. Sir, at the farthest for a week or two.
Tra. What countryman, I pray?
Ped. My life, sir! how, I pray? for that goes hard.
Tra. 'Tis death for any one in Mantua
Ped. Alas, sir, it is worse for me than so;
Tra. Well, sir, to do you courtesy,
Ped. Ay, sir, in Pisa have I often been;
Tra. Among them, know you one Vincentio ? ' Ped. I know him not, but I have heard of him; A merchant of incomparable wealth.
Tra. He is my father, sir; and sooth to say, In countenance somewhat doth resemble you. Bion. As much as an apple doth an oyster, and all one.
[Aside. Tra. To save your life in this extremity, This favor will I do you for his sake; And think it not the worst of all your fortunes, That you are like to sir Vincentio. His name and credit shall you undertake, And in my house you shall be friendly lodged.Look, that you take upon you as you should; You understand me, sir; -80 shall you stay Till you have done your business in the city. If this be courtesy, sir, accept of it. .
Ped. O sir, I do; and will repute you ever
Tra. Then go with me, to make the matter good.
'Twixt me and one Baptista's daughter here. In all these circumstances I'll instruct you: Go with me, sir, to clothe you as becomes you.
SCENE III. A Room in Petruchio's House.
Enter KATHARINA and GRUMIO.
Kath. The more my wrong, the more his spite appears.
Kath. I like it well ; good Grumio, fetch it me.
Gru. I cannot tell; I fear 'tis choleric.
Kath. A dish that I do love to feed upon. ,
Gru. Nay, then I will not; you shall have the mustard, Or else you get no beef of Grumio.
Kath. Then both, or one, or any thing thou wilt.
Pet. How fares my Kate ? What, sweeting, all amort ?
Hor. Mistress, what cheer?
' 'Faith, as cold as can be.
[Sets the dish on a table. 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.— Here, take away this dish. Kath.
Pray you, let it stand, Pet. The poorest service is repaid with thanks; And so shall mine, before you touch the meat.
Kath. I thank you, sir.
Hor. Seignior Petruchio, fie! you are to blame:
Hab. Here is the cap your worship did bespeak.
Pet. Why, this was moulded on a porringer!
Kath. 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. Aside. Kath. Why, sir, I trust I may have leave to speak;
Petret dish: ckle, ori, "a baby's a bigger the time,
And speak I will; I am no child, no babe.
Pet. Why, thou say'st true; it is a paltry cap,
Kath. Love me, or love me not, I like the cap;
Pet. Thy gown? why, ay.- Come, tailor, let us see't. O mercy, God! what masking stuff is here? What's this? a sleeve! 'tis like a demi-cannon. What! up and down, carved like an apple-tart? Here's snip, and nip, 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 see she's like to have neither cap nor gown.
[Aside. Tai. You bade me make it orderly and well, According to the fashion, and the time.
Pet. Marry, and did; but if you be remembered,
Kath. I never saw a better fashioned gown,
Pet. Why, true; he means to make a puppet of thee.
Tai. She says, your worship means to make a puppet of her.
Pet. O monstrous arrogance! Thou liest, thou thread,
Tai. Your worship is deceived; the gown is made
Gru. I gave him no order; I gave him the stuff.
Gru. Face not me; thou hast braved many men, 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. Pet. 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 gown.
Tai. With a trunk sleeve; -
Tai. This is true, that I say; an I had thee in place where, thou shouldst 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? Gru. 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.