Enter Catharina and Grumio. Gru. No, no, forfooth, I dare not for my life. Cath. The more my wrong, the more his fpite appears: What, did he marry me to famish me? Beggars, that come unto my father's door, Cath. 'Tis paffing good; I pr'ythee let me have it. Cath. I like it well; good Grumio, fetch it me. Gru. I cannot tell;-I fear it's choleric: What fay you to a piece of beef and mustard? Cath. A difh 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 fhall have the muffard, Or elfe you get no beef of Grumio. Cath. Then both, or one, or any thing thou wilt. Gru. Why, then the muftard without the beef. Cath. Go, get thee gone, thou false deluding flave, [Beats him That feed'ft me with the very name of meat. Sorrow on thee, and all the pack of you, That triumph thus upon my mifery ! Go, get thee gone, I say. SCENE VII. Enter Petruchio and Hortenfio, with meat. Pet. How fares my Kate? what, fweeting, all amort? Hor. Miftrefs, what chear? Cath. 'Faith, as cold as can be. Pet. Pluck up thy fpirits; look chearfully upon me. Here, love, thou feeft how diligent I am, Cath. I pray you let it ftand. Pet. The pooreft fervice is repaid with thanks; And fo fhall mine, before you touch the meat. Cath. I thank you, Sir. Hor. Signior Petruchio, fy, you are to blame: Much good do it unto thy gentle heart; With filken coats, and caps, and golden rings, † And all my labour has ended in nothing, or proved nothing. Johnfon. Come, taylor, let us fee thefe ornaments. Enter Haberdasher. Lay forth the gown. What news with you, Sir? A knack, a toy, a trick, a baby's cap. Cath. I'll have no bigger; this doth fit the time; And gentlewomen wear fuch caps as these. Pet. When you are gentle, you fhall 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 fay my mind; And, if you cannot, beft you ftop your ears. My tongue will tell the anger of my heart, Or elfe my heart, concealing it, will break: And rather than it fhall, I will be free, Even to the utmoft as I pleafe in words. Pet. Why, thou fay'ft true, it is a paltry cap, A cuftard 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, det us fee't. O mercy, heav'n, what masking stuff is here? [Afide 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 fhall hop without my custom, Sir: I'll none of it; hence, make your best of it. Cath. I never faw 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. Tay. She fays, your worfhip means to make a puppet of her. . Pet Oh moft monstrous arrogance! Thou lieft, thou thread, thou thimble, Thou yard, three-quarters, half-yard, quarter, nail, Grumio gave order how it fhould be done. Gru. I gave him no order, I gave him the stuff. Tay. 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 fay unto thee, I bid thy mafter cut out the gown, but I did not bid him cut it to pieces. Ergo, thou lieft. Tay. Why, here is the note of the fashion to testify. Pet. Read it. Gru. The note lies in his throat, if he say I said so. Tay. Imprimis, a loofe-bodied gown. Gru. Master, if ever I faid loose-bodied gown, fow me up in the skirts of it, and beat me to death with a bottom of brown thread: I faid a gown, Pet. Proceed. Tay. With a small compast-cape. Tay. With a trunk-sleeve. Gru. Error i' th' bill, Sir, error i' th' bill. I commanded the fleeves fhould be cut out, and fow'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 fhou'dft know it. Gru. I am for thee straight: take thou the bill, give me thy mete-yard, and fpare not me. Hor. God a-mercy, Grumio, then he fhall have no odds. Pet. Well, Sir, in brief, the gown is not for me. Gru. You are ' th' right, Sir, 'tis for my mistrefs. Pet. Go take it up unto thy master's use. Gru. Villain, not for thy life: take up my miftrefs'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, fay thou wilt fee the taylor paid. [Afide. Go take it hence, be gone, and fay no more. Hor. Taylor, I'll pay thee for thy gown to-mor row; Take no unkindness of his hafty words: Away, I fay; commend me to thy mafter. [Exit Tay. Pet. Well, come, my Kate, we will unto your father's, Even in thefe honeft mean habiliments: |