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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 false deluding slave,
[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 misery! Go, get thee gone, I say.
Enter Petruchio and Hortenfio, with meat.
Pet. How fares my Kate ? what, Sweeting, all
Pet. Pluck up thy spirits ; look cheerfully upon me;
I pray you, let it stand.
What, halt thou din'd? the taylor stays thy leisure,
What news with you, Sir ?
Pet. Why, this was moulded on a porringer,
Cath. I'll have no bigger, this doth fit the time;
Pet. When you are gentle, you shall have one too, And not 'till then.
Hor. That will not be in halte.
Cath. Why, Sir, I trust, I may have leave to speak,
Pet. Why, thou say's true, it is a paltry cap.
Cath. Love me, or love me not, I like the cap;
and down, carv'd like an apple-tart? Here's snip, and nip, and cut, and Nish, and flalh, Like to a censer in a barber's hop:
Why, what a devil's name, taylor, call'st thou this ?
[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 remembered,
Thall hop without my custom, Sir:
Cath. I never saw 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 says, your Worship means to make a puppet of her.
Pet. O moft monstrous arrogance!
Tay. Your Worship is deceiv'd, the gown is made
Gru. I gave him no order, I gave him the stuff.
Gru. Face not me: thou hast brav'd 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 lieft.
Tay. Why, here is the note of the fashion to testify.
Gru. Master, 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.
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, thothy little finger be armed in a thimble.
Tay. This is true that I fay; an I had thee in place where, thou shoud'ft know it.
Gru. I am for thee straight : take thou the bill, give me thy meet-yard, and spare not me. Hor. God-a-mercy, Grumio, then he shall have no
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?
[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 hasty words:
Away, I say; commend me to thy master. [Exit Tay.
Cath. I dare assure you, Sir, 'tis almost two ;
Pet. It shall be seven, ere I go to horse. Look, what I speak, or do, or think to do, You are still crossing 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 Sun.
[Exeunt Pet. Cath, and Hor. [The Presenters, above, speak here.] Lord. Who's within there?
(Sly sleep!. Enter Servants. Asleep again! go take him easily up, and put him in his own apparel again. But see, you wake him not in any case.
Sery. It shall be done, my Lord ; come help to bear him bence.
[They bear of Sly. S 3