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Pet. Thy gown? why, ay ; come, Tailor, let us fee't.
O mercy, Heav'n, what making stuff is here?
What ! this a sleeve? 'tis like a demi-cannon;
What, up and down carv'd like an apple-tart?
Here's snip, and nip, and cut, and Nith, and lash,
Like to a censer in a barber's shop:
Why, what a devil's name, Tailor, call'st thou this?
Hor. I fee she's like to ’ve neither cap nor gown.
Tai. You bid me make it orderly and well,
According to the fashion of the tinie.
Pet. Marry, and did : but if you
I did not bid you mar it to the time.
Go, hop me over every kennel home,
For you shall 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 of me.
Pet. Why, true, he means to make a puppet of thee.
Tai. She says, your Worship means to make a pup-
Pet. O most monstrous arrogance !
[pet of her.
Thou lyest, thou thread, thou thimble,
Thou yard, three-quarters, half-yard, quarter, nails,
Thou flea, thou nit, thou winter-cricket, thou !
Bray'd in mine own house with a skein of thread:
Away, thou: rag, thou quantity, thou remnant;
Or I shall so be-mete thee with thy yard,
As thou shalt think on prating whilft thou liv'st.
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.
order how it should be done.
Gru. 'I gave him no order, I gave him the stuff.
Tai. But how did you desire it should be made. ?:
Gru. Marry, Sir, with needle and thread.
Tai. But did you not request to have it cut ?.
Gru., Thou haft fac’d many things..
Gru, Face not me : thou haft brav'd many meni, brave pot me; I will neither be fuc'd, nor bray’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 lyest.
Tai. Why, here is the note of the fashion to testify.
Pet. Read it.
Gru. The note lyes in's throat, if he say I said so.
Tai, Imprimis, a loose-bodied gown.
Gru. “ Master, if ever I said loose-bodied gown,
fow in the skirts of it, and beat me to death with a « bottom of brown thread. I said a gown.
Tai. With a small compaft cape.
Gru. I confess the cape.
Tai. With a trunk-sleeve.
Gru. I confess two fleeves.
Tai. The sleeves curiously cut.
Pet, Ay, there's the villany.
Gru. Error i'th' bill, Sir, error if th' bilt: I manded the sleeves fhould 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 shouldft know it.
Gru. I am for thee straight : take thou the bill, give me thy mete-yard, and spare not me. Hor. God-a-merey, Ĝrumio, then he wall haré no
odds. Pet. Well, Sir, in-brief the gown is not for me. Gru. You are i' th' right, Sir, 'tis for niy
mistress. Pet. Go, take it up unto thy master's, use.
Gru. Villain, not for thy life: take up my mistress's gown for thy master's use !
Per. Why, Sir, what's your conceit in that
Gru. Oh, Sir, the conceit is deeper than you think for; Take up my mistress's
unto his maiter's use !
Oh, fie, fie, fie !
l'et. Hortensio, say, thou wilt see the tailor paid.
[slide. Go, take it hence; be gone, and say no more.
Hor. Tailor, I'll pay thee for thy gown to-morrow,
Take no unkindness of his haity words:
Away, I say ; commend me to thy master. [Exit Tailor.
Pet. Well, come, my Kate, we will unto your father's,
Even in these 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'st it shame, lay it on me;
And therefore frolic; we will hence forth with,
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.
Gath. I dare assure you, Sir, '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 crolling it ; Sirs, let's alone, I will not go to-day; and ere I do, It hall be what o'clock I say it is. Hor. Why, so; this gallant will command the sun.
[Exeunt Pet. Cath. and Hor. [The presenters, above, speak here.] Lord. IVho's wishin there?
[Sly seeps. Enter fervants. Ajleep again ! go take him easily up, and put him in his own apparel again. But see you wake him not in any case.
Serv. It shall be done, mny Lord; come help to bear him bence.
[They bear off Sly. S CE N E IX. Before Baptista's house. Enter Tranio, and the Pedant dress'd like Vincentio.
Tra. Sir, this is the house : please it you, that I call ?
Ped. Ay, what else! and (but I be deceived), Signior Baptista may remember ine
Near twenty years ago in Genoa,
Where we were lodgers, at the Pegasus.
Tra. 'Tis well, and hold your own in any case
With such austerity as 'longeth to a father.
Enter Biondello. Ped. I warrant you : but, Sir, here comcs your boy; 'Twere good he were school'd.
Tra. Fear you not him; firrah, Biondello,
Now do your duty thoroughly, I advise you:
Imagine 'twere the right Vincentio.
Bion. Tut, fear not me.
Tra. But haft thou done thy errand to Baptista?
Bion. I told him, that your father was in Venice ; And that you looked for him this day in Padua.
Tra. Th'art a tall fellow, hold ihee that to drink; Here ca mes Baptista; let your countenance, Sir. SCENE X. Enter Baptista and Lucentio.
Tra. Signior Baptista, you are happily met.
Sir, this is the gentleman I told you of;
I pray you stand, good father, to me now,
Give me Bianca for my patrimony.
Ped. Soft, son, Sir, by your leave, having come to
To gather in some debts, my son 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 she to him ; to stay him not too long,
I am content in a good father's care
To have him match'd; and if you please to like
No worse than I, Sir, upon some
Me shall you find most ready and most willing
With one consent to have her so bestowed :
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:
Your plainness and your shortnefs please me well.
Right true it is, your son Lucentio here
Doth love my daughter, and she 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 dowry,.
The match is made, and all is done,
Your son hall have my daughter with confent.
Tra. I thank you, Sir. Where then do you know best,
Be we affied ; and such assurance ta'en,
As shall with either part's agreement
Bap. Not in my house, Lacentio; for, you know,
Pitchers have ears, and I have many
Besides, old Gremio is hcark’ning still;
And, haply, then we might be interrupted.
Tra. Then at my lodging, an it like you, Sir,
There doth my father lie; and there this night
We'll pass the business privately and well :
Send for your daughter by your servant here, ,
My boy fall fetch the scrivener prefently.
The worit is this, that at so slender warning
You're like to have a thin and slender pittan
Bay. It likes me well. Go, Cambio, hie you home,
And bid Bianca make her ready straight :
And if you will, tell what hath happen'd here:
Lucentio's father is arriv'd in Padua,
Ard how she's like to be Lucentio's wife.
Luc. I pray the Gods she may, with all my heart !
Tra. Dally not with the Gods, but get thee gone.
Signior Baptista, shall I lead the way?
Welcome ! one mess is like to be your cheer.
Come, Sir, we will better it in Pisa.
Bap. I'll follow you.
SCENE XI. Enter Lucentio and Biondello,
Luc. What fay'ít thou, Biondello?
Bion. You saw my master wink and laugh upon you.
Luc. Biondello, what of that ?
Bion. 'Faith, nothing; but h’as left me here behind to expound the meaning or moral of his signs and tokens.
Luc. I pray thee, moralize them,