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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 rest.
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 thce gone, thou false deluding slaye,

[Beats him.
That feed'st me with the very name of meat ;
Sorrow on thee, and all the pack of yoll,
That triumph thus upon my misery!
Go, get thee gone, say;

Enter PETRUCHI0, with a dish of meat; and

HORTENSIO.

P'ct. 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 louch the meat.

Kath. I thank you, Sir.

Hor. Siznior Petruchio, fie! you are to blame: Come,

Mistress Kate, I'll bear yoil company. Pet. Eat it up all, Hortensio, if thou lov’st me.

(Aside. Much good do it into thy gentle heart! Kate, eat apace: And now, my honey love, Will we return iınto thy father's house; And revel it as bravely as the best, With silken coats, and caps, and golden rings, With ruffs and cuffs, and farthigales, aud 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. 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! 'uis lewd and filthy: Why, 'tis a, cockle, or a walmuishell, A knack, a toy", a trick, a baby's cap; Away with it, coine, let me have a bigger.

Kath. 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 then. Hor. That will not be in haste.,

[Aside. Kath. Why, Sir, I trust, I may have leave to speak; And spcak I will; I am no child, no babe: Your berters have endur'd me say my mind; Aud, if you canthot, best you stop your ears. My longue will tell the anger of my heart;

Or clse my heart, concealing it, will brcak:
Aud, 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.

Kath. Love me, or love me not, I like the cap;
And it I will have, or I will have none.

Pet. Thý gówn? why, ay: Comc, tailor, let us sce't.
O mercy, God! what masking stuff is here?
What's this? a sleeve ? 'tis like a demicannon:
! What! up and dowii, 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.

[-Aside 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 gnwn,
More quaint, more pleasing, nor more commcndable:
Belike, you mean to make a puppet of me.

Pet. Why, true; he means to make a parpet of thec..

Tai. She says, your Worship means 10 make a puppet of ler.

Pet. O monstrous arrogance! Thớu liest, thon thread, Thou thimble; Thou yard, three-quarters, halfeyard, quarter, nail, Thou flea, thou nit, thon winter cricket thou: Brav'd in mine own house with a skein of thread! Away, thon rag, thou quintity, thon temnant; ?

Or I shall so be- mete thee with thy yard,
As thou shalt think on prating whilst thou liv'st!
I tell thee, I, that thou hast marra 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 done.

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 cult?
Gru, Thou hast faced many things.
Tai. I have.

Gru. Face not me: thou hast brav'd many men; brave not me; I will neither be faced nor braved. I say unto thee, I bid thy master cut out the gowil; but I did not bid him cut it to pieces: ergo,

thoil liest. Tai. Why, here is the note of the fashion to

testify. Pet. Lead it. Gru. The note lies in his throat, if he say I said so. Tai. Imprimis, a loose-bodied goyn:

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.

Pet. Proceed.
Tai. With a small compass'd cape;
Gru. I confess the cape.
Tai. With a trunk sleeve;
Gru. I confess two sleeves.
Tai. The sleeves curiously cut.
Pet. Ay, there's the villainy.

Gru. Error i'the bill, Sir; error i'the bill, I com. manded the sleeves should be cut out, and sowed 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 theę 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! phen he shall have.

110 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 into thy master's use!

Gru. Villkin, 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 decper than you think for:
Take up my mistress' gown to his master's use!
0, 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 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 into your

father's,
Even in these honest mean habiliments;
Our purses shall be proud, our garments poor:
For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich;
And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds,
So honour peereth in the meanest habita
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?
0, no, good Kate; neither art thou the worse
For this poor furniture, and mean array.
If thou account'st it shanes lay it on me:

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