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 slave, [Beats him. That feed'ft me with the very name of meat: Sorrow on thee, and all the pack of you, That triumph thus upon my mifery! Go, get thee gone, I say.

Enter Petruchio and Hortenfio, with meat.

Pet. How fares my Kate? what, Sweeting, all

amort?

Hor. Miftrefs, what cheer?

Cath. 'Faith, as cold as can be.

Pet. Pluck up thy fpirits; look cheerfully upon me; Here, love, thou feeft how diligent I am,

To dress thy meat myself, and bring it thee:
I'm fure, fweet 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 ftand.

Pet. The pooreft fervice is repaid with thanks,
And fo fhall mine, before you touch the meat.
Cath. I thank you, Sir.

Hor. Signior Petruchio, fie you are to blame:
Come, mistress Kate, I'll bear you company.
Pet. Eat it up all, Hortenfio, if thou lovest me ;-

Much good do it unto thy gentle heart;
Kate, eat apace. And now, my honey-love,
Will we return unto thy father's house,
And revel it as bravely as the best,

[Afide.

With filken coats, and caps, and golden rings,
With ruffs, and cuffs, and fardingals, and things:
With scarfs, and fans, and double change of brav'ry,
With amber bracelets, beads, and all this knav'ry.
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What,

What, haft thou din'd? the taylor ftays thy leisure,
To deck thy body with his ruffling treasure.

Enter Taylor.

Come, taylor, let us see these ornaments.
Enter Haberdafber.

Lay forth the gown. What news with you, Sir?
Hab. Here is the cap your worship did befpeak.
Pet. Why, this was moulded on a porringer,
A velvet dish; fie, fie, 'tis lewd and filthy:
Why, 'tis a cockle or a walnut-fhell,

A knack, a toy, a trick, a baby's cap.
Away with it, come, let me have a bigger.

Cath. I'll have no bigger, this doth fit the time;
And gentlewomen wear such caps as thefe.

Pet. When you are gentle, you fhall have one too, And not 'till then.

Hor. That will not be in hafte.

Cath. Why, Sir, I truft, I may have leave to fpeak, And fpeak I will. I am no child, no babe; Your betters have endur'd me fay my mind; And, if you cannot, beft you ftop your ears. My tongue will tell the anger of my heart, Or, elfe my heart, concealing it, will break: And rather than it fhall, I will be free Even to the utmoft as I please in words. Pet. Why, thou fay'ft true, it is a paltry cap. A cuftard-coffin, a bauble, a filken pie;

I love thee well, in that thou lik'ft it not.

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, heaven, what masking stuff is here?
What 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 shop:

Why,

.

Why, what a devil's name, taylor, call'ft thou this?
Hor. I fee, fhe's like to've neither cap nor gown.

Tay. You bid me make it orderly and well,
According to the fashion of the time.

[Afide.

Pet. Marry, and did: but if you be remembered,
I did not bid you mar it to the time.
Go, hop me over every kennel home,

For you

fhall hop without my cuftom, Sir: I'll none of it; hence, make your best of it. Cath. I never faw a better-fafhion'd

gown, More quaint, more pleafing, nor more commendable: Belike, you mean to make a puppet of me.

Pet. Why, true, he means to make a puppet of thee.

Tay. She fays, your Worship means to make a puppet of her.

Pet. O most monftrous arrogance!

Thou lyeft, thou thread, thou thimble,

Thou yard, three quarters, half-yard, quarter, nail,
Thou flea, thou 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 fhall fo be-mete thee with thy yard,
As thou shalt think on prating whilst thou liv'st:
I tell thee, I, that thou haft marr'd her gown.

Tay. Your Worship is deceiv'd, the gown is made
Juft as my mafter had direction.

Grumio gave order how it should be done.

Gru. I gave him no order, I gave him the stuff.
Tay. But how did you defire it should be made?
Gru. Marry, Sir, with needle and thread.
Tay. But did you not request to have it cut?
Gru. Thou haft fac'd many things.

Tay. I have.

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 lieft.

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Tay

Tay. Why, here is the note of the fashion to teftify.
Pet. Read it.

Gru. The note lies in's throat, if he say I faid fo.
Tay. Imprimis, a loose-bodied gown.

Gru. Mafter, if ever I faid loose-bodied 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 fmall compaft cape.
Gru. I confefs the cape.

Tay. With a trunk-sleeve.
Gru. I confefs two fleeves.
Tay. The fleeves curiously cut.
Pet. Ay, there's the villany.

Gru. Error i' th' bill, Sir, error i' th' bill: I commanded, the fleeves should be cut out, and fow'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 fay; an I had thee in place where, thou fhoud'st know it.

Gru. I am for thee ftraight: take thou the bill, give me thy meet-yard, and spare not me.

Hor. God-a-mercy, Grumio, then he fhall 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 mafter's use.

Gru. Villain, not for thy life: take up my mistress's gown for thy mafter's use !

Pet. Why, Sir, what's your conceit in that?
Gru. Oh, Sir, the conceit is deeper than you

for;
Take up my mistress's gown unto his master's use !
Oh, fie, fie, fie!

Pet. Hortenfio, fay, thou wilt fee the taylor paid.

Go take it hence, be gone, and fay no more.

think

[Afide.

Hor. Taylor, I'll pay thee for thy gown to-morrow, Take no unkindness of his hafty words:

Away,

Away, I fay; commend me to thy mafter. [Exit Tay. Pet. Well, come, my Kate, we will unto your father's,

Even in these honeft mean habiliments:

Our purses shall be proud, our garments poor;
For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich :
And as the fun 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 worfe
For this poor furniture, and mean array.
If thou account'ft it shame, lay it on me;
And therefore frolick; we will hence forthwith,
To feast and sport us at thy father's house.
Go call my men, and let us ftraight to him,
And bring our horfes unto 'Long-lane end,
There will we mount, and thither walk on foot.
Let's fee, I think, 'tis now fome feven o'clock,
And well we may come there by dinner time.
Cath. I dare affure you, Sir, 'tis almost two ;
And 'twill be fupper time ere you come there.
Pet. It fhall be feven, ere I go to horse.
Look, what I fpeak, or do, or think to do,
You are ftill croffing it; Sirs, let't alone,
I will not go to day, and ere I do,

It fhall be what o'clock I fay it is.

Hor. Why, fo this Gallant will command the Sun.

[Exeunt Pet. Cath. and Hor. [The Prefenters, above, fpeak here.]

Lord. Who's within there?

Enter Servants.

[Sly fleeps.

Afleep again! go take him easily up, and put him in his own apparel again. But fee, you wake him not in any cafe.

Serv. It fhall be done, my Lord; come help to bear him

bence.

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[They bear off Sly.

SCENE