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Enter Catharina and Grumio. Gru. No, no, forsooth, I dare not for my life. Cath. The more my wrong, the more his spite

appears :
What, did he marry me to famish me?
Beggars, that come unto my father's door,
Upon intreaty, have a present alms;
If not, elsewhere they ineet with charity :
But I, who never knew how to intreat,
Nor never needed that I should intreat,
Am starv'd for meat, giddy for lack of sleep ;
With oaths kept waking, and with brawling fed;
And, that which spites me more than all these wants,
He does it under name of perfect love ::
As who would say, If I should sleep or eat,
"Twere deadly sickness, or else present death.
I prythee go and get me some repast;
I care not hat, so it be wholesome food.

Gru. What say you to a neat's foot ?
Cath. 'Tis palling good; I prythee let me have it.

Gru. I fear it is too flegmatic a meat:
How say you to a fat tripe finely broild ?

Cath. I like it well; good Grumio, fetch it me.

Gru. 'I cannot tell ;-] fear it's choleric:
What say you to a piece of beef and mustard ?

Cath. A dish that I do love to feed upon.
Gru. Ay, but the mustard is too hot a little.
Cath. Why, then the beef, and let the mustard reft.
Gru. Nay, then I will not; you shall have the

Or else you get no beef of Grumio.

Cath. Then both, or one, or any thing thou wilt. Gru. Why, then the mustard without the beef. Gath. Go, get thee gone, thou false deluding Nave,

[Beats hime That feed'st me with the very name of meat, Sorrow on thee, and all the pack of you That triumph thus upon my misery! Go, get thee gone, I say.


Enter Petruchio and Hortensio, with meat.
Pet. How fares my Kate? what, sweeting, all

Hor. Mistress, what chear?
Cath. Faith, as cold as can be.

Pet. Pluck up thy spirits; look chearfully upon
Here, love, thou seest how diligent I am,
To dress thy meat myself, and bring it thee:
I'm sure, {weet Kate, this kindness merits thanks.
What, not a word? nay, then, thou lov'st it not ;
And all my pains is forted to no proof t.
Here, take away the dish.

Cath. I pray you let it stand.

Pet. The poorest service is repaid with thanks; And so Mall mine, before you touch the meat.

Cath. I thank you, Sir.

Hor. Signior Petruchio, fy, you are to blaine :
Come, Mistress Kate, I'll bear you company.
Pet. Eat it up all, Hortensio, if thou loveft me ;-

Much good do it 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 brav'ry,
With amber bracelets, beads, and all this knav'ry.
What, hast thou din'd? the taylor stays thy leisure,
To deck thy body with his rustling treasure.

+ And all my labour has ended in nothing, or proved nothing. Johnson.


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Enter Taylor.
Come, taylor, let us see these ornaments.

Enter Haberdamer.
Lay forth the gown. What news with you, Sir?

Hab. Here is the cap your worship did bespeak.

Pet. Why, this was moulded on a porringer,
A velvet dish; fy, fy, 'tis lewd and filthy:
Why, 'tis a cockle or a walnut-shell,
A knack, a toy, a trick, a baby's cap.
Away with it; come, let me have a bigger.

Cath. 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.

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, best you stop your ears.
My tongue will tell the anger of my heart,
Or elle 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'st true, it is a paltry cap,
A custard coffin, a bauble, a filken pie:
I love thee well, in that thou lik'st it not.

Cath. Love me, or love me not, I like the cap;
And I will have it, or I will have none.

Pet. Thy gown? why, ay.--Come, taylor, let
O mercy, heav'n, what masking 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 nish, and safi,
Like to a censer in a barber's shop:
Why, what a-devil's name, taylor, call'st thou this?
Hor. I see Mhe's like to've neither cap nor gown.

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

Pet. Marry, and did: but if you be remembred,
I did not bid you mar it to the time.
Go, hop me over every kennel home,
For you Mall 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 coinmendable.
Belike you mean to make a puppet of me.
Pet. Why, true, he means to make a puppet of

Tay. She says, your worship means to make a
puppet of her.

Pet Oh most monstrous arrogance !
Thou liest, thou thread, thou thimble,
Thou yard, three-quarters, half-yard, quarter, nail,
Thou fea, 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 shall so be-mete thee with thy yard,
As thou shalt think on prating whilst thou liv'st:
I tell thee, I, that thou hast marr'd her gown.

Tay. 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 stuff.
Tay. But how did you desire it should be made ?
Gru. Marry, Sir, with needle and thread.
Tay. But did you not request to have it cut ?
Gru. Thou hast fac'd many things. '
Tay. I have.

Gru. Face not me : thou hast brav'd many men, brave not me; I will neither be fac'd, nor briv'd. I say unto thee, I bid thy matter cut out the gown, but I did not bid him cut it to pieces. Ergo, thou liest.

Tay. Why, here is the note of the fashion to teftify.

Pet. Read it.
Gr. The note lies in his throat, if he say I said so.
Tay, Inprimis, a loole-bodied gown.


Gru. Master, if ever I said loose-bodied gown, fow me up in the skirts of it, and beat me to death with a bottom of brown thread: I said a gown,

Pet. Proceed.
Tay. With a small compast-cape.
Gru. I confess the cape.
Tay. With a trunk-sleeve.
Gru. I confess two sleeves.
Tay. The sleeves curioufly cut.
Pet. Ay, there's the villany.

Gru. Error i'th' bill, Sir, error i'th' bill. I commanded the sleeves should be cut out, and sow'd up again; and that I'll prove upon thee, tho thy little finger be armed in a thimble.

Tay. This is true that I fay; an I had thee in place where, thou shou’dst know it.

Gru. I am for thee straight : take thou the bill, give me thy mete-yard, and spare not me. Hor. God a-inercy, Grumio, then he shall have

no odds. Pet. Well, Sir, in brief, the gown is not for me. Gru. You are i' th’right, Sir, 'tis for my 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 !

Pet. Why, Sir, what's your conceit in that?
Gru. Oh, Sir, the conceit is deeper than you think

Take up my mistress's gown unto his master's use !
Oh, fy, fy, fy !
Pet. Hortenfio, say thou wilt see the taylor paid.

[Aside. Go take it hence, be gone, and say no more. Hor. Taylor, I'll pay thee for thy gown to-mor

Take no unkindness of his hasty words:
Away, I say; commend me to thy master. [Exit Tay.
Pet. Well, come, my Kate, we will unto your

Even in these honest mean habiliments :
Our purses shall be proud, our garments poor;
For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich :

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