"Tra. Among them, know you one Vincentio! "Ped. I know him not, but I have heard of him; "A merchant of incomparable wealth.

"Tra. He is my father, fir; and, footh to say,

"In count'nance fomewhat doth resemble you.

"Bio. As much as an apple doth an oyster, and all

one.

"Tra. To fave your life in this extremity,
"This favour will I do you for his fake;
"And think it not the worst of all your fortunes,
"That you are like to Sir Vincentio.

"His name and credit fhall you undertake,
"And in my house you shall be friendly lodg'd ;-
"Look that you take upon you as you should;
"You understand me, fir ;—fo fhall you ftay,
" "Till you have done your business in the city:
"If this be court'fy, fir, accept of it.

"Ped. O, fir, I do; and will repute you ever "The patron of my life and liberty.

[Afide.

"Tra. Then go with me, to make the matter good. "This, by the way, I let you understand ;

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My father is here look'd for every day,

"To pafsaffurance of a dower in marriage
""Twixt me and one Baptifta's daughter here:
"In all these circumftances I'll inftruct you.

"Go with me, fir, to cloath you as becomes you*.

[Exeunt.

SCENE II. A Room in Petruchio's House.

Enter Grumio, Catherine following.

Gru. No, no, forfooth; I dare not for my life. Cat. The more my wrong, the more his fpite appears: What, did he marry me to famish me?

Beggars, that come unto my father's door,

Upon entreaty, have a prefent alms;

If not, elsewhere they meet with charity :

*Though what we have marked for omiffion feems to contain fomething effential to the plot, yet it is in our view rather flat and fuperfluous; and why the character introduced as a pedant should be fo ftiled, we know not.

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But

But I,-who never knew how to entreat,
Nor never needed that I fhould entreat,-

Am ftarv'd for meat, giddy for lack of fleep;
With oaths kept waking, and with brawling fed :
And that which fpites me more than all these wrongs,.
He does it under name of perfect love;

As who should say,—if I should sleep, or eat,
"Twere deadly fickness, or elfe prefent death.--
I pr'ythee, go, and get me fome repast ;
I care not what, so it be wholsome food.
Gru. What say you to a neat's foot ?

Cat. Tis paffing good; I pr'ythee, let me have it..
Gru I fear, it is too phlegmatick a meat:-
How fay you to a fat tripe, finely broil'd?

Cat. I like it well; good Grumio, fetch it me.
Gru. I cannot tell; I fear, 'tis cholerick.
What fay you to a piece of beef, and mustard?
Cat. A dish that I do love to feed upon.
Gru. Ay, but the mustard is too hot a little.
Cat. Why, then the beef, and let the mustard reft.
Gru. Nay, then I will not; you shall have the mustard,
Or else you get no beef of Grumio.

Cat. Then both, or one, or any thing thou wilt.
Gru. Why, then the mustard now without the beef*.
Cat. Go, get thee gone, thou falfe deluding flave,

[beating 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 fay.

Enter Petruchio with a Dish of Meat ;, Hortenfio ·

with him.

Pet. How fares my Kate? What, fweeting, all amort à

Hor. Miftrefs, what cheer?

Cat. I'faith, as cold as can be.

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

[Setting his Dish upon a Table.

* Grumio's treatment of his miftrefs in this fcene is exceedingly comic; and the humiliated termagant Catherine, is very well drawn.

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To drefs thy meat myself, and bring it thee:
Fam fure, fweet Kate, this kindness merits thanks.
What, not a word? Nay then, thou lov'ft it not ;
And all my pains is forted to no proof :-
Here, take away this dish.

Cat. I pray you, let it ftand.

Pet. The pooreft service is repay'd with thanks ;:
And fo fhall mine, before you touch the meat.
Cat. I thank you, fir.

Hor. Signior Petruchio, fie! you are to blame :-
Come, miftrefs Kate, I'll bear you company.

[Sits to Table along with her. Pet. Eat it up all, Hortenfio, if thou lov'ft me. [Afide. Now much good do't 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,

With filken coats, and caps, and golden rings,
With ruffs, and cuffs, and fardingals, and things ;'
With scarfs, and fans, and double change of bravery,.
With amber bracelets, beads, and all this knavery.

[Cat. and Hor. rife.. What, haft thou din'd? The taylor ftays thy leisure, To deck thy body with his ruftling treasure.

Enter Taylor with a Gown.

Come, taylor, let us see these ornaments;

Enter Haberdasher.

Lay forth the gown.-What news with you, fir? ha?
Hab. Here is the cap your worship did befpeak.
Pet. Why, this was molded on a porrenger;
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.

Cat. I'll have no bigger; this doth fit the time,

And gentlewomen wear fuch caps as these.

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

Hor. That will not be in haste.

Cat. Why, fir, I truft, I may have leave to speak;

And fpeak I will; I am no child, no babe:
Your betters have endur'd me fay my mind;
And, if you cannot, best you stop your ears.
My tongue will tell the anger of my heart;
Or else my heart, concealing it, will break:
And, rather than it fhall, I will be free,
Even to the uttermoft, as I pleafe, in words.
Pet. Why, thou fay'ft true; it is a paltry cap,
A cuftard-coffin, a bauble, a filken pye :

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

Cat. 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 see't. [Taylor lays forth the Gown. O, mercy, heav'n! what masking ftuff 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 shop:

Why, what, o'devil's name, tailor, call'ft thou this ? Hor. I fee, fhe's like to have neither cap nor gown. [Afide.

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

Pet. Marry, and did; but, if you be remember'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, fir:
I'll none of it; hence, make your best of it.
Cat. I never faw a better fashion'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. Tai. She fays, your worship means to make a puppet

of her.

Pet. O monftrous arrogance!

-Thou ly'ft, thou

thread, thou thimble, Thou yard, three quarters, half yard, quarter, nail,

* The oblique manner in which Petruchio works upon the refractory difpofition of his crooked rib, is very ludicrous and well conceived.

Thou flea, thou nit, thou winter-cricket thou:--
Brav'd in mine own house with a fkein 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'ft!
I tell thee, I, that thou haft marr'd her gown.

Tai. Your worship is deceiv'd; the gown is made
Just as my master had direction :

Grumio gave order how it fhould be done.

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

Tai. 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 master cut out the gown; but I did not bid him cut it to pieces: ergo, thou ly'ft.

Tai. Why, here is the note of the fashion to testify. Pet. Read it.

Gru. The note lies in's throat, if he say—I said so. Tai. Imprimis, a loofe-body'd gown:

[Reading. Gru. Master, if ever I faid-loofe-body'd gown, fow 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 compast cape ;

Gru. I confefs the cape.

Tai, With a trunk fleeve;

Gru. I confefs two fleeves.
Tai. The fleeves curiously cut.

Pet. Ay, there's the villainy.

Gru. Error i' th' bill, fir; error i' th' bill:-I commanded the fleeves fhould be cut out, and fow'd up again; and that I'll prove upon thee, though thy little finger be armed in a thimble.

Tai. This is true, that I fay; an i had thee in place where, thou should'st know it.

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