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And speak I will; I am no child, no babe :
Your betrers have endur'd me say 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 shall, I will be free,
Even to the uttermost, as I please, in words.

Pet. Why, thou fay'st true ; it is a paltry cap,
A custard-coffin, a bauble, a silken pye :
I love thee well, in that thou lik’t 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 Gorun. O, mercy, heav'n ! what making stuff is here ! What's this ? a sleeve? 'ris like a demi-cannon : What! up and down, carv'd like an apple-tart? Here's snip, and nip, and cut, and fish, and flash, Like to a censer in a barber's shop: Why, what, o'devil's name, tailor, call’At thou this ? Hor. I see, 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 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 saw a better fashion'd gown, More quaint, more pleasing, 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 says, your worship means to make a puppet

of her. Pet. O monstrous 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 re. fractory disposition 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 skein of thread!
Away, thou

rag, thou quantity, thou remnant :
Or I'Mall so be- mete thee with thy yard,
As thou shalt think on pracing whilst thou liv't!
I tell thee, I, that thou hast 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 should be done.
Gru. I gave him no order, I gave

him the ftuff.
Tai. But how did you desire it should be made ?
Gru. Marry, fir, with needle and thread.
Tai. But did you not request to have it cuti
Tru. Thou háit 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 say unto thee, I bid thy master cut out the gown ; but I did not bid him cut it to pieces : ergo, thou ly'st.

Tai. Why, here is the note of the fashion to testify.
Pet. Read it.
Gru. The note lies in's throat, if he fayI said so.
Tai. Imprimis, a looje-body'd gown: [Reading

Gru. Maiter, if ever I said loose-body'd gown, low 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 compaft cape;
Gru. I confess the cape.
Žai, With a trunk sleeve ;
Gru. I confess two fleeves.
Tai. The sleeves curiously cut.
Pet. Ay, there's the villainy.

Gru: Error i' th' bill, fir; error i' th' bill:-I commanded the sleeves should be cut out, and sow'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 say ; an i had thee in place where, thou should't know it.

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

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Hor. Heaven-a-mercy, Grumio ! then he shall have
no odds.
Pet. Well, fir, in brief, the gown is not for me.
Gru. You are i' th' right, fir; 'tis for my miftress.
Pet. Go, take it op unto tby master's use.

Gru. Villain, not for thy life: Take op my misu “ tress' gown for thy mafter's use !

Pet. Why, fir, what's your conceit in that?

Gru. O, fir, the conceit is deeper than you think for :. Take up my mistress' gown to his master's use ! “ O, fie, fie, fie !

Pet. Hortenfio, say, thou'lt see the taylor pay'd. [Afrde. 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 hafty words : Away, I say ; commend me to thy mafter.

(Exit Taylor Pet. Well; come, my Kate; we will unto your father's, Even in these honest mean habiliments; Our purses Thall be proud, our garments poor :For 'iis the mind that makes the body rich ; And as the son breaks through the darkest clouds, So honour peereth in the meaneft 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 kin contents the eyer O, no, good Kate; neither art thou the worse “ For this poor furniture, and mean array. “ If thou account'st it shame, lay it on me : “ And therefore, frolick; we will bence forthwith, To feast and sport us at thy father's house. Go, call my men, and let us straight to him ; And bring our horses unto Long-lane end, There will we mount, and thicher walk afout. Let's see ; I think, 'tis now some seven o'clock, And well we may come there by dinner-time.

The whole of this scene is unusually pleasant; there is a malterly mixture of character, and the dialogue is apt, Spirited, and concise

Cat. I dare assure you, fir, 'tis almost two; And 'twill be supper-time, ere you come there.

Pet. It shall be seven, ere I go to horse : Look, what I speak, or do, or think to do, You are still crossing it.-Sirs, let's alone: I will not go to-day; or, ere I do, It shall be what o'clock I say it is ll. Hor. Why, fo! this gallant will command the fun.

[Exeunt: SCENE III. Padua. Before Baptifta's House. Enter Tranio ; and the Pedant, booted, and drejt like

Tra. Sir, this is the house; please it you, that I call di

Ped. Ay, fir; what else? and, but 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 such aufterity as 'longeth to a father.

Enter. Biondello. Ped. I warrant you : But, fir, here comes your boy;; 'Twere good, that he were school'd.

Tra. Fear you not him.-
Sirrah Biondello,
Now do your duty throughly, I advise you ;:
Imagine 'twere the right Vincentio.

Bio. Tut!. fear not me.
Tra. But halt thou done thy errand to Baptista

Bio. I told him, that your father was at 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 Baptista :-set your countenance, fir.

Enter Baptista, and Lucentio. Signior Baptifta, you are happily met :Sir,

(to the Pedant. # The variations of Petruchio are naturally, conceived and not too much multiplied ; his expressions are very poignant, and happily adapted,

This is the gentleman I told you of;
1 pray you, Itand good father to me now,
Give me Bianca for my patrimony.

Ped. Soft, son !
Sir, by your leave; having come to Padua
To gather in some debts, my fon Lucentio
Made me acquainted with a weighty cause
Of love between your daughter and himself:
And, for the good report I hear of you ;
And for the love he beareth to your daughter,
And the to him,-to stay him not too long,
I am content, in a good father's care,
To have him matchd ; and,- if you please to like
No worse than I, fir,-upon fome agreement,
Me shall you find most ready and most willing
With one consent to have her so bestow'd :
For. curious I cannot be with you,
Signior Baptifta, of whom I hear fo well.

Bap. Sir, pardon me in what I have to say :
Yoar plainness, and your shortness, please me well.
Right true it is, your son Lucentio bere
Doth love my daughter, and the loveth him,
Or both diffemble deeply their affections :
And, therefore, if you say no more than this,-
That like a father you will deal with him,
And pass my daughter a sufficient dower,
The inatch is made, and all is done with me,
Your son shall have my daughter with consent.

Tra. I thank you, fír: Where then do you know beft,
We be affy'd ; and such assurance ta'en,
As shall with either part's agreement stand?

Bap. Not in my house, Lucentio ; for, you know,
Pitchers have e ears, and I have many servants :
Besides, old Gremio is hark’ning ftill;
And, happily, we might be interrupted,

Tra. Then at my lodging, an it like you,
There doth my father lye ; and there, this night,
We'll pass the business privately and well :
Send for your daughter by your servant here,
My boy shall fetch the scrivener prefently.
The worst is this,--that, at so flender warning,



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