Will ferve the turn. Tra, What is he, Biondello? Bion. Mafter, a mercantant, or elfe a pedant; Tra. If he be credulous, and truft my tale, Take in your love, and then let me alone. [Exeunt Luc. and Bian. Enter a Pedant. Ped. God fave you, Sir. Tra. And vou, Sir; you are welcome: Ped. Of Mantua. goes Tra. Of Mantua, Sir; God forbid ! hard. Tra. Among them know you one Vincentio ? A A merchant of incomparable wealth. Tra. He is my father, Sir; and footh to fay, In count'nance fomewhat doth refemble you. Bion. As much as an apple doth an oyster, and all one. Tra. To fave your life in this extremity, And think it not the wort or all your fortunes, His name and credit fhall you undertake, [Afide. Ped Oh, Sir, I do; and will repute you ever The patron of my life and liberty. Tra. Then go with me to make the matter good This by the way I let you understand, My father is here look'd for every day, To pafs affurance of a dower in marriage 'Twixt me and one Baptifta's daughter here: In all thefe circumstances I'll inftruct ou Go with me, Sir, to clothe you as becomes you. [Exeunt. SCENE VI. Enter Catharina and Grumio. Gru. No, no, forfooth; I dare not for my life. Cath. The more my wrong, the more his fpite ap-What, did he marry me to famifh me? Beggars that come unto my father's door, Upon intreaty, have a prefent alms; If not, elfewhere the meet with charity: - Nor never needed that I fhould intreat, Am ftarv'd for meat, giddy for lack of fleep; [pears, With oaths kept waking, and with brawling fed: And that which fpites me more than all thofe wants,, As who fhould fay, if I fhould fleep or eat, I care not what, fo it be wholfome 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 'tis choleric: What fay you to a piece of beef and mustard? Cath. A difh that I do love to feed upon. Gru, y, but the muftard is too hot a little. Cath. Why then the beef, and let the mustard rest, Cru, Nay, then I will not; you fhall 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 muitard 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 mifery! Go, get thee gone, I fay. SCENE VII. Enter Petruchio and Hortenfio, with meat. Pet. How fares my Kate? what, fweeting, all amort? Hor. Mitrefs, what cheer? Cath. 'Faith, as cold as can be. Pet. I luck up thy fpirits; look chearfully upon me; Here, I ove, thou feeft how diligent I am To dre's thy meat m felf, and bring it thee : I'm fure, sweet Kate, this kindness merits thanks. Cath. I pray you, let it ftand. Pet. The poorest service is repaid with thanks, And fo fhall mine before you touch the meat. Gath. I thank you, Sir. Hor. Signior Petruchio, fie, you are to blame': Come, Miltress Kate, I'll bear you company. Pet. Pet. Eat it up all, Hortenfio, if thou lovest me;-- man (Afide Much good do it unto thy gentle heart; With filken coats, and caps, and golden rings :) SCENE VIII. Enter Tailor. Come, Tailor, let us fee these ornaments. 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 thefe. Pet. When you are gentle, you shall 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 fpeak I will. I am no child, no babe; Your betters have endur'd me fay m mind; And, if you cannot, best you stop your ears. My tongue will tell the anger of my heart, Or elfe 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 fay ft true; it is a paltry cap, A cuftard-coffin, a bauble, a filken pie; Pet. Pet. Thy gown; why, ay; come, Tailor, let us fee't. O mercy, Heav'n, what mafking stuff is here? What! this a fleeve 'tis like a demi-cannon; What, up and down carv'd like an apple-tart? Here's fhip, and nip, and cut, and flish, and flash, Like to a cenfor in a barber's fhop: Why, what a devil's name, Tailor, call'ft thou this? Hor. I fee the's like to've neither cap nor gown. Tai. You bid me make it orderly and well,' According to the fafhion of the time. [ Afide. 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 cuftom, Sir: Pet. Why, true, he means to make a puppet of thee. Thou lyeft, thou thread, thou thimblẽ, Thou yard, three-quarters, half-yard, quarter, nail, As thou fhalt think on prating whilt thou liv't. Grumio gave order how it fhould be done. Tai. I have. Gru. Face not me; thou haft brav'd many men, brave not me; I will neither be face'd, nor brav'd. I fay |