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Gru, I cannot tell; L fear, 'tis cholerick. What say you to a piece of beef, and mustard ? Kath. A dish that I do love to feed upon. Gru. Ay, but the mustard is too hot a little. Kath. Why, then the beef, and let the mustard rex. 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. Gru. Why, then the mustard without the beef. Kath. Go, get thee gone, thou false deluding slave,
[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 misery! Go, get thee gone, I say,
Enter PETRUCHIO, with a dish of meat; and
l'et. How fares my Kate? What, sweeting, all
amort? Hor. Mistress, what cheer? Kath. 'Faith, as cold as can be.
Pet. Pluck up thy spirits, look cheerfully upon me. Here, love; thou see'st how diligent I am, : To dress thy meat myself, and bring it thee:, !
[ Sets the dish on a table. I am sure, sweet Kate, this kindness merits thanks. Wiat, 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 mcat.
Kath. I thank you, Sir.
Hor. Siznior Petruchio, fie! you are to blame:
Hab. Here is the cap yonr 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,
Or clse my heart, concealing it, will break :
Pet. Why, thou say'st true; it is a palıry cap,
Kath. Love me, or love me not, I like the cap; And it I will have, or I will have none.
Pet. Thy gown ? why, ay: Comc, tailor, let us sce't. O mercy, God! what masking stuff is here? What's this? a sleeve? 'tis like
demicannon: | What! up and dovýil, carv'd like an appletart? 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 séc, she's like to have neither cap nor gown.
(A side 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.
Kath. 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 ihec.
Tai. She says, your Worship, means to make a puppet of lier.
Pet. Omonstrous arrogance! Thou licst, thou thread, Thou thimble; Thou yard, three-quarters, halfeyard, quarter, nail, 'Thou flea, thou nit, thor winter cricket thou: Brav'd in mine own house with a skein of thread! Away, thou rag, thou quantity, thon temnant;:
Or I shall so be mete thee with thy yard,
Tai, Your Worship is deceiv'd; the gown is made
Grit. I gave him no order, I gave him the stuff.
Gru. Face not me: thou hast brav'd many men;
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.
Gru. Error i'the bill, Sir; error i'the bill, I com. manded the sleeves should be cut out, and scwed up again; and that Fll 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, thon should'st know it.
Gru. I am for thee straight: take thou the bill, 'give me thy mete - yard, and spare ilot 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 Pet. Go, take it up unto thy master's use!
Gru. Villáin, not for thy life: Take up my mistress' gown for thy master's use! Pet. Why, Sir, what's your conceit in that?
Gru. 0, Sir, the conceitis deeper than you think for: Take up my mistress' gown to his master's use! 0, fe, fie, fie! Pet. Hortensio, say thou wilt see the tailor paid :
(A side. Go take it hence; be gone, and say no more.
Hor. Tailor, l'll pay thee forthy 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 imto your
good Kate; neither art thou the worse