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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 up 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 sleeves Mhould be cat 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’dit 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 mafter'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 master's use ! Oh, fy, fy, fy.
Pet. Hortenfio, say, thou wilt see the taylor paid. [Afide. 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, 1 fay; commend me to thy master. [Exit Tay.
Pet. Well, come, my Kate, we will unto your father's, Even in thele honest mean habiliments : Our purses shall be proud, our garments poor ; For 'tis the mind, that makes the body rich : And as the sun 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 worse For this poor furniture, and mean array. If thou account'it 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 straight to him, And bring our horses unto Long-lane end, There will we mount, and thither walk on foot. Let's see, I think, tis now some seven o'clock, And well we may come there by dinner time.
Cath. I dare assure you, Sir, 'tis almost two ; And 'twill be supper-time ere you come there.
Pet. It shall be feven ere I go to horse. Look, what I speak, or do, or think to do, You are still crossing it; Sirs, let't alone, I will not go to-day, and ere I do, It shall be what o'clock I say it is. Hor. Why, fo: This gallant will command the sun.
[Exeunt Pet. Cath. and Hor.
[The Presenters, above, speak here. Lord. Who's within there?
[Sly sleeps. Enter Servants. Afleep agair ! go take him easily up, and put him in his own apparel again. But fee, you wake him not on any cafe.
Serv. It shall be done, my Lord; come help to bear him herce.
[They bear of Sly.
SCE N E, before Baptisia's House.
Enter Tranio, and the Pedant drejt like Vincentio.
Ped. Ay, what elle! and (but I be ceceiv'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 school'd.
Tra. Fear you not him ; firrah, 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 the Pegasus.] This line has in all the editions hitherto been given to Tranio. But Tranio could with no propriety speak this, either in his assum'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 fcquel of what he was before saying,
I pray you stand, good father, to me now,
Ped. Soft, son. Sir, by your leave, having come to Padua
Bap. Sir, pardon me in what I have to say:
Tra. I thank you, Sir. Where then do you know best,
Tra. Then at my lodging, an it like you, Sira
Bap. It likes me well. Go, Cambio, hie you home,
Luc. I pray the gods the may, with all my heart! (Ex.
Tra. Dally not, with the gods, but get thee gone.
Bion. 'Faith, nothing; but h'as left me here behind to expound the meaning or moral of his figns and tokens. Luc. I pray
thee moralize them. Bion. Then thas. Baptista is safe, talking with the deceiving father of a deceitful son.
Luc. And what of him?
Bion. His daughter is to be brought by you to the Supper.
Luc. And then ?
Bion. The old priest of St. Luke's church is at your command at all hours.
Luce And what of all this?
Bion. I cannot tell, except they are bufied about å counterfeit assurance; take your assurance of her, Cum privilegio ad imprimendum folùm ; to th' church take the priest, clark, and fome sufficient honest witnesses: If this be not that you look for, I have no more to say, But bid Bianca farewel for ever and a day.
Luc. Hear'st thou, Biondello? Bion. I cannot tarry; I knew a wench married in an afternoon as she went to the garden for parlly to fuff a rabbet; and so may you, Sir, and so adieu, Sir; my maiter hath appointed me to go to St. Luke's, to bid the