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 :-Come, taylor, let us fee't. 0 mercy, God! what masking stuff is here? What's this? a fleeve? 'tis like a demi-cannon: What! up and down, carv'd like an apple-tart? Here's fnip, and nip, and cut, and flish, and flash, Like to a cenfer in a barber's fhop: Why, what, o' devil's name, taylor, call'ft thou this? Hor. I fee, fhe's like to have neither cap nor gown. Tay. You bid me make it orderly and well, According to the fashion and the time. [Afide. 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 fhall hop without my cuftom, fir: I'll none of it; hence, make your best of it. Kath. I never faw a better fashion'd gown, Pet. Why, true; he means to make a puppet of thee. Tay. She fays, your worship means to make a puppet of her. Pet. Oh monstrous arrogance! Thou lyeft, thou thread, thou thimble, Thou yard, three-quarters, half-yard, quarter, nail, be-mete thee]-belabour. Z 4 I tell I tell thee, I, that thou haft marr'd her gown. Tay. Your worship is deceiv'd; the gown is made Just as my master had direction : Grumio gave order how it fhould be done. Gru. I gave him no order, I gave him the stuff. Tay. But did you not request to have it cut? Tay. I have. m Gru. Face not me: thou haft " brav'd many men; brave not me; I will neither be fac'd, nor brav'd. I fay unto thee,-I bid thy mafter cut out the gown; but I did not bid him cut it to pieces: ergo, thou liest. Tay. Why, here is the note of the fashion to teftify. Gru. The note lies in his throat, if he say I said so. Gru. Mafter, if ever I faid "loofe-body'd gown, fow me up in the skirts of it, and beat me to death with a bottom of brown thread: I faid, a gown. · Pet. Proceed. Tay. With a small compass'd cape; Gru. I confefs the cape. Tay. With a trunk fleeve ;- Pet. Ay, there's the villany. Gru. Error i' the bill, fir; error i' the bill. I commanded the sleeves fhould be cut out, and fow'd up again; 1 fac'd]-turn'd up with facings-and out faced. mbrav'd]-made fine-and bully'd, dunn'd. loofe-body'd gown,]-the drefs of harlots-loofe-body's gown. and and that I'll prove upon thee, though thy little finger be armed in a thimble. Tay. This is true, that I fay; an I had thee in place where, thou fhou'dft know it. Gru. I am for thee straight: take thou the bill, give Р me thy mete-yard, and spare not me. Hor. God-a-mercy, Grumio! then he fhall have no odds. Pet. Well, fir, in brief, the gown is not for me. Gru. Villain, not for thy life: Take up my mistress' gown for thy mafter's use! Pet. Why, fir, what's your conceit in that? Gru. Oh, fir, the conceit is deeper than you think for; Take up my mistress' gown unto his master's ufe! Oh, fye, fye, fye! Pet. Hortenfio, fay thou wilt fee the taylor paid : Go take it hence; be gone, and fay no more. [Afide. Hor. Taylor, I'll pay thee for thy gown to-morrow. Take no unkindness of his hafty words: Away, I fay; commend me to thy mafter. [Exit Taylor. Our purses shall be proud, our garments poor: Or is the adder better than the eel, P the bill,]-weapon-and taylor's bill. mete-yard]-measuring yard. Because Because his painted skin contents the eye ? It fhall be what o'clock I fay it is. Hor. Why, fo! this gallant will command the fun. [Exit Petruchio, Katharine, and Hortenfia. Before Baptifta's House. Enter Tranio, and the Pedant dressed like Vincentio. Tra. Sir, this is the house; Please it you, that I call? Ped. Ay, what else? and, but I be deceiv'd, Signior Baptifta may remember me, Near twenty years ago, in Genoa Tra. Where you were lodgers at the Pegasus.'Tis well; and hold your own, in any case, With fuch aufterity as 'longeth to a father, Enter Biondello. Ped. I warrant you: But, fir, here comes your boy; 'Twere good, he were school'd. Tra. Fear you not him. Sirrah, Biondello, Now do your duty thoroughly, I advise you; Imagine 'twere the right Vincentio. Bion. Tut! fear not me. Tra. But haft thou done thy errand to Baptifta? Bion. I told him, that your father was in 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 Baptifta :-fet your countenance, fir. Enter Baptifta, and Lucentio. Signior Baptifta, you are happily met: Sir, this is the gentleman I told you of; I pray you, ftand good father to me now, Give me Bianca for my patrimony. Ped. Soft, fon! Sir, by your leave; having come to Padua And for the love he beareth to your daughter, To have him match'd; and,-if you please to like With one confent to have her fo bestow'd; For 'curious I cannot be with you, tall]-brave, clever. • curious]-fcrupulous. Signior |