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Hor. Signior Petruchio, fy, you are to blame :
Pet. Why, this was moulded on a porringer,
Cath. I'll have no bigger, this doth fit the time;
Pet. When you are gentle, you shall have one too, And not 'till then.
Hor. That will not be in hafte.
Cath. Why, Sir, I trust, I may have leave to speak, And speak I will. I am no child, no babe ; Your betters have endur'd me say my mind; And, if you cannot, beft 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 utmost as I please in words. Pet. Why, thou say'Â true, it is a paltry cap,
A custard coffin, a bauble, a filken pie ;
Cath, Love me, or love me not, I like the cap;
Pet. Thy gown? why, ay; come, taylor, let us fee't O merey, heav'n, what making stuff is héré ? What? 'this a fleeve ? - tis like a demi-cannon;
and down carv'd like an apple-tart! Here's snip, and nip, and cut, and fish, and Nash, Like to a censer 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.
[ Aside. Tay. You bid me make it orderly and well, According to the falhion of the time.
Pet. Marry, and did : But if you be remembred,
you fhall hop without my custom, Sir: I'll none of it; hence, make your best of it. Cath. I never saw a better-fashion'd
gown, More quaint, more pleasing, nor more commendable: Belike, you mean to make a puppet
Pet. Why, true, he means to make a puppet of thee. Tay, She says, your worship means to make a puppet of her.
Pet. Oh moft monstrous arrogance!
Tay. Your worship is deceiv'd, the gown is made
him the stuff.
Gru. Marry, Sir, with needle and thread.
Gru. Face not me: Thou haft brav'd many men, brave not me; I will neither be fac’d, nor brar'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 lyeft.
Tay. Why, here is the note of the fashion to testify,
Gru. Mafter, if ever I said loose-bodied gown, sow me ap in the skirts of it, and beat me to death with a bottom of brown thread : I said a gown.
Gru. Errori'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, though 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 mete-yard, and spare not me.
Hor. God-amercy, Grumio, then he shall have no odds.
Gru. Villain, not for thy life: Take up my miftress's gown for thy master's ufe !
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 mafter's use ! Oh, fy, fy, fy.
Pet. Hortenfio, fay, thou wilt see the taylor paid. [Afide.
Hor. Taylor, I'll pay thee for thy gown to-morrow,
Pet. Well, come, my Kate, we will unto your father's,
Cath. I dare assure you, Sir, 'tis almost two ;
Pet. It shall be feven ere I go to horse.
[Exeunt Pet. Cath. and Hor.
[The Presenters, above, speak here. Lord. Who's within there?
[Sly sleeps. Enter Servants, Afleep again! go take him easily up, and put him in his own apparel again. But fee, you wake him not on any case.
Serv. It shall be done, my Lord; come help to bear him hence.
[They bear of Sly.
SCE N E, before Baptisla's House.
Enter Tranio, and the Pedant drejt like Vincentio.
Ped. Ay, what elle! and (but I be deceiv'd,)
case With such austerity as longeth to a father.
Enter Biondello. Ped. I warrant you : but, Sir, here comes your boy; "Twere good he were schoold.
Tra. Fear you not him ; sirrah, Biondello,
Bion. Tut, fear not me.
Bion. I told him that your father was in Venice,
Tra. Th’art a tall fellow, hold thee that to drink;
Enter Baptista and Lucentio.
(22) Tra. Wbere we were lodgers at tbe Pegasus.] This line has in all the editions hitherto been given to Tranio. But Tranio could with no propriety speak this, either in his affum'd or real character. Lucintio was too young to know any thing of lodging with his father, twenty years before at Genoa : And Trania must be as much too young, or very unfit to represent and personate Lucentio. I have ventur'd to place the line to the Pedant, to whom it must certainly belong, and is a lequel of what he was before saying,