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As who would say, if I should sleep or eat
'I'were deadly sickness, or else present death :
I pr’ythee go, and get me some repast ;
I care not what, so it be wholesome food.

Gru. What say you to a neat's foot?
Carb. 'Tis paffing good; I pr’ythee, let me have it.

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

Catb. i like it well; good Grumio, fetch it me.

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

Catb. 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 rest.

Gru. Nay, then I will not; you shall have the mustard,
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.
Cath, Go, get thee gone, thou falfe deluding slave,

(beats bim.
That feed'ft 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 amort:
Hor. Mistress, what cheer
Cath. 'Faith, as cold as can be.

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

Cath. I pray you, let it stand.

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

Cath. I thank you, Sir.


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Hor. Signior Petrucbio, fy, you are to blame:
Come, mistress Kale, I'll bear you company.
Pet. Eat it op all, Hortenfio, if thou loved me;

Much good do it onto 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 knavery.
What, haft thou din'd; the taylor stays thy leisure,
To deck thy body with his ruftling treasure.

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

Enter Haberdasher. Lay forth the


What news with you, Sir?
Hab. Here is the cap, your worship did befpeak.

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

Cath. l'll have no bigger, this doth fit the time;
And gentlewomen wear such caps as these.

Pet. When you are gentle, you lhall 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, bet 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.

Per. Why, thou say'it true, it is a paltry cap,

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A custard coffin, a bauble, a lilken pie;
I love thee well, in that thou lik’tt it noti?

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 us fee't. O mercy, heav'n, what making ituff 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 fish, and flash, Like to a cenfer in a barber's shop: Why, what a devil's name, taylor, call'At thou this. Hor. I fee, she's like to've neither cap nor gown,

13. [ 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 marr it to the time.
Go, hop me over every kennel home,

you shall hop without my custom, Sir: l'll none of it; hence, make your best of its risin' y..

Cath. I never saw a better-fashiond gown, sh del! 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 says, your worhip means to make a puppet of her.

Pet. Oh moft monstrous arrogance ! Thou lyeft, thou thread, thou thimble," ) Ind Thou yard, three quarters, half yard, quarter, nail, Thou flea, thou nit, thou winter cricket, thou ! A Bray'd in mine own house with a skein of thread : *!! Away, thou rag, thou quantity, thou remnant, Or I shall fo be-mete thee with thy yard, As thou shalt think on prating whilst thou liv't: I tell thee, I, that thou hast marr'd her gown.

Tay. Your worship is deceiv'd, the gown is made Just as my

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Gru. Marry, Sir, with needle and thread.
Tay. But did you not request to have it cut?
Gru. Thou haft fac'd many things.
Tay. I have.

Gru. Face not me: Thou haft bravid many men, brave not me; I will neither be fac’d, nor brav'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.
Pet. Read it.
Gru. The pote lyes in's throat, if he say I said so.
Tay. Imprimis, a loose-bodied gown.

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.

Pet. Proceed.
Tay. With a small compaft cape.
Gru. I confess the cape.
Tay. With a trunk-sleeve.
Gru. I confess two sleeves.
Tay. The sleeves curiously 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, though thy little finger be armed in a thimble.

Tay. This is true, that I fay; 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 meet-yard, and spare not me.

Hor. God-amercy, Grumio, then he shall have no odds.
Pet. Well, Sir, in brief the gown is not for me.
Gru. You are i'ch' 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-for; Take up my mistress's gown unto his master's use ! Oh, fy, fy, fy.

Pet. Pel. Hortensio, 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 balty words: Away, I say; commend me to thy master, [Exit Tay.

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 'iis 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 then the eel, Because his painted skin contents the eye ? Oh, no, good Kate; neither art thou the worse Por this poor furniture, and mean array. If thou account't 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 fee, 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 'will be supper-uime 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 ftill croising 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 fun.

[Exeunt Pet. Cath, and Hor.

[The Presenters, above, speak here. Lord, Who's within there?

[Sly sleeps. Enter Servants. Asleep again! go take him easily up, and put him in his own apparel again. But see, you wake bim not in any case.


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