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Cath. I like it well; good Grumio, fetch it me.
Gru. I cannot tell ;-I fear, it's cholerick:
Cath. A dish, that I do love to feed upon.
rest. Gru. Nay, then I will not; you shall 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 mustard without the beef. Cath. Go, get thee gone, thou false deluding Nave,
[Beats bim. 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.
S Ç E N E VII. . Enter Petruchio and Hortensio, with meat. Pet. How fares my Kate? what, Sweeting, all
amort? Hor. Mistress, what cheer? Cath. 'Faith, as cold as can be.
Pet. Pluck up thy spirits; look cheerfully upon me; Here, love, thou seeft how diligent I am, To dress thy meat myself, and bring it thee: I'm sure, sweet Kate, this kindness merits thanks. What, not a word? nay then, thou lov'st it not; And all my pains is forted to no proof, Here, take away the dish.
Cath. I pray you, let it stand.
Pet. The poorest service is repaid with thanks, And so shall mine, before you couch the meat. Cath. I thank you, Sir.
Hor. Signior Petruchio, fie, you are to blame :
Petie dis; fickle or a wa baby's e a bigger the times
.: S C E N E VIII.
Hab. Here is the cap your worship did bespeak.
Pet. Why, this was moulded on a porringer,
Catb. I'll have no bigger, this doth fit the cime; 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 halte.
And 6 Why, Sir, I trust, I may have leave to speak, &c.] Shake. Spear has here copied nature with great skill. Petruchio, by frightening, starving and overwatching his wife, had tamed her
And speak I wilt. I am no child, no babe;
Pet. Why, thou say'st true, it is a paltry cap,
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 stuff is here? What? this a sleeve? 'tis like a demi-cannon ; What, up and down carv'd like an apple-cart? Here's snip, and nip, and cut, and Nith, and lash, Like to a cenfer in a barber's shop: Why, what a devil's name, taylor, call'st thou this? Hor. I fee, she's like to've neither cap nor gown.
[Afride. Tay, You bid me make it orderly and well, According to the fashion 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 custom, Sir: I'll none of it; hence, make your best of it.
Catb. I never saw a better fashion'd gown, More quaint, more pleasing, nor more commendable: Belike, you mean to make a puppet of me.
Peti Why, true, he means to make a puppet of thee, into gentleness and submission. And the audience expects to hear no more of the Shrew: When on her being crossed, in the ar. ticle of fashion and finery, the most inveterate folly of the sex, The flies out again, though for the last time, into all the intemperate rage of her nature,
Tay. She says, your Worship means to make a puppet of her.
Pet. O most monstrous arrogance! Thou lyest, thou thread, thou thimble, Thou yard, three-quarters, half-yard, quarter, nail, Thou fea, chou nit, thou winter-cricket, thou! Brav'd in mine own house with a skein of thread : Away, thou rag, thou quantity, thou remnant, 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 marrd her gown.
Tay. Your Worship is deceiv'd, the gown is made Jutt as iny master had direction. Grumio gave order how it should be done.
Gru. 1 gave him no order, I gave him the stuff.
Tay. Why, here is the note of the fashion to testify.
Gru.“ Master, if ever I said loose-bodied gown, * sow me up in the skirts of it, and beat me to death s6 with a bottom of brown thread : I said a gown.
Pet. Pet. Ay, there's the villany.
Gru. Error i th' bill, Sir, error i'th' bill: I commanded, the Neeves should be cut out, and sow'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 say; an I had thee in place where, thou shou'dít know it.
Gru. I am for thee straight : take thou the bill, give me thy meet-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'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 mistress's gown for thy master's use!
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 gown unto his master's use! Oh, fie, fie, fie! Pet. Hortensio, fay, thou wilt see the taylor paid.
[ Afide. Go take it hence, be gone, and say no more.
Hor. Taylor, I'll pay thee for thy gown to morrow, Take no unkindness of his hasty words: Away, I say; commend me to thy master. [ Exit Taylor.
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: For 'tis the mind, that makes the body rich: And as the sun 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 worse