I care not what, fo it be wholesome food, Cath. 'Tis paffing good; I pr'ythee, let me have it. Gru. I fear it is too flegmatic a meat. How fay you to a fat tripe finely broil'd? 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 muftard 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 muOr else you get no beef of Grumio. [ftard, Cath. Then both, or one, or any thing thou wilt. Gru. Why then the mustard without the beef. Cath. Go, get thee gone, thou false deluding flavė, [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 fay. Enter Petruchio and Hortenfio, with meat. Pet. How fares my Kate? what, fweeting, all amort? Hor. Miftrefs, what cheer? Cath. 'Faith, as cold as can be. Pet. Pluck up thy fpirits; look chearfully upon me; Here, Love, thou feeft how diligent I am To drefs thy meat myself, and bring it thee: I'm fure, fweet Kate, this kindness merits thanks. Here, take away the dish. 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, fie, you are to blame: Come, Miftrefs Kate, I'll bear you company. Pet. Eat it up all, Hortenfio, 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 houfe, And revel it as bravely as the bef, [fide. With filken coats, and caps, and golden rings, SCENE VIII. Enter Tailor. Enter Haberdasher. Lay forth the gown. What news with you, Sir? Hab. Here is the cap your Worship did befpeak. 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. I'll have no bigger, this doth fit the time; And gentlewomen wear fuch caps as thefe. 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 truft I may have leave to fpeak, Pet. Why, thou fay'ft true; it is a paltry cap Cath. Love me, or love me not, I like the cap Pet. Thy gown? why, ay; come, Tailor, let us fee't. Why, what a devil's name, Tailor, call'ft thou this? Tai. You bid me make it orderly and well, [Afide. Pet. Marry, and did: but if you be remembered, I did not bid you mar it to the time. Go, hop me over every kennel home, For you fhall hop without my cuftom, Sir: More quaint, more pleafing, nor more commendable : Pet. Why, true, he means to make a puppet of thee. Thou lyeft, thou thread, thou thimble, Thou yard, three-quarters, half-yard, quarter, nail, Grumio gave order how it should be done. Gru. I gave him no order, I gave him the stuff. Tai. I have. Gru. Face not me: thou haft brav'd many men, brave not me; I will neither be fac'd, nor bray'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 lyeft. 66 Tai. Why, here is the note of the fashion to testify. Pet. Read it. Gru. The note lyes in's throat, if he fay I faid fo. Tai. Imprimis, a loose-bodied gown. Gru. "Mafter, if ever I faid loofe-bodied gown, sow me up in the skirts of it, and beat me to death with a "bottom of brown thread. I faid a gown. Pet. Proceed. Tai. With a finall compaft cape. Gru. I confefs the cape. Tai. With a trunk-sleeve. Tai. The fleeves curiously cut. 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, though thy little finger be armed in a thimble. Tai. 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 spare not me. Hor. God-a-mercy, Grumio, then he fhall have no oods. Pet. Well, Sir, in brief the gown is not for me. Gru. You are i' th' right, Sir, 'tis for my miftrefs. 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; Tak up my miftrefs's gown unto his master's ufe! fie, fie, fie! Pet. Hortenfio, fay, thou wil: fee the tailor paid. Go, take it hence; be gone, and fay no more. [Afde. Hor. Tailor, I'll pay thee for thy gown to-morrow, Take no unkindnefs of his hafty words: Away, I fay; commend me to thy mafter. [Exit Tailor. Pet. Well, come, my Kate, we will unto your father's, Even in these honeft mean habiliments : What, is the jay more precious than the lark, Cath. I dare affure you, Sir, 'tis almost two; It shall be what o'clock I fay it is. Hor. Why, fo; this gallant will command the fun. [Exeunt Pet, Cath. and Hor. [The prefenters, above, speak here.] Lord. Who's within there? Enter fervants. [Sly fleeps. Afleep again! go take him easily up, and put him in his own apparel again. But fee you wake him not in any cafe. Serv. It fhall be done, my Lord; come help to bear him bence. They bear off Sly. SCENE IX. Before Baptifta's house. Enter Tranio, and the Pedant drefs'd like Vincentio. Tra. Sir, this is the houfe; please it you, that I call? Ped. Ay, what elfe! and (but I be deceived), Signior Baptifta may remember me |