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fay unto thee, I bid thy mafter cut out the gown, but I did not bid him cut it to pieces. Ergo thou lyest.
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 loofe-bodied gown.
Gru. "Mafter, 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.
Tai. With a fmall compast cape.
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 arm'd 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 ftraight: take thou the bill, give me thy mete-yard, and fpare not me.
Hlor. God-a-mercy, Grumio, then he fhall have no odds.
Pet. Well, Sir, in brief the gown is not for me. Gru. You are i' th' 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 ufe!
Pet. Why, Sir, what's your conceit in that?
Gru. Oh, Sir, the conceit is deeper than you think Take up my miftrefs's gown unto his mafter's ufe! [for: Oh, fie, fie, fie!
Pet. Hortenfio, fay, thou wilt fee the tailor paid. (Afide.
Go, take it hence; be gone, and fay no more.
Even in thefe honeft mean habiliments :
Cath. I dare affure you, Sir, 'tis almost two;
Pet. It fhall be seven ere I go to horse.
Hor. Why, fo; this gallant will command the fun. [Exeunt Pet. Cath, and Hor.
[The prefenters, above, speak here.] Lord. Who's within there?
Afleep again! go take him eafily up, and put him in his wn apparel again. But fee you wake him not in any cafe. Serv. It shall be done, my Lord; come, help to bear him hence. [They bear off Sly. SCENE IX. Before Baptifta's houfe. 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
Near twenty years ago in Genoa,
Tra. 'Tis well, and hold your own in any cafe
Ped. I warrant you: but, Sir, here comes your boy; 'Twere good he were school'd.
Tra. Fear you not him; firrah, Biondello, Now do your duty throughly, I advise you : Imagine 'twere the right Vincentio.
Bion. Tut, fear not me.
Tra. But haft thou done thy errand to Baptista ? Bion. I told him that your father was in Venice And that you look'd for him this day in Padua.
Tra. Th'art a tall fellow, hold thee that to drink; Here comes Baptifta; fet your countenance, Sir.
SCENE X. Enter Baptifta and Lucentio.
Ped. Soft, fon, Sir, by your leave, having come to
To gather in fome debts, my son Lucentio
Bap. Sir, pardon me in what I have to fay:
Or both diffemble deeply their affections;
Bap. Not in my houfe, Lucentio; for, you know,
Tra. Then at my lodging, an it like you, Sir,
Bap. It likes me well. Go, Cambio, hie you home,
Tra, Dally not with the Gods, but get thee gone. Signior Baptifta, fhall I lead the way?
Welcome! one mess is like to be your cheer.
Bap. I'll follow you.
SCENE XI. Enter Lucentio and Biondello.
Luc. What fay'ft thou, Biondello?
Bion. You faw my mafter wink and laugh upon you.
Bion. "Faith, nothing; but has left me here behind to expound the meaning or moral of his figns and tokens.
Luc. I pray thee, moralize them.
Bion. Then thus. Baptifta is fafe, talking with the deceiving father of a deceitful fon.
Luc. And what of him?
Bion. His daughter is to be brought by you to the fupper.
Luc. And then?
Bion. The old priest at St. Luke's church is at your command at all hours.
Luc. And what of all this?
Bion. I cannot tell, except they are busied about a counterfeit affurance; take you affurance of her, cum. privilegio ad imprimendum folum; to the church take the priest, clark, and fome fufficient honeft witneffes : if this be not that you look for, I have no more to fay, but bid Bianca farewel for ever and a day.
Luc. Hear'ft thou, Biondello?
Bion. I cannot tarry; I knew a wench married in an afternoon as she went to the garden for parfley to stuff a rabbet; and fo may you, Sir; and fo, adieu, Sir; my master hath appointed me to go to St. Luke's, to bid the priest be ready to come against you come with your appendix. [Exit.
Luc. I may, and will, if fhe be fo contented: She will be pleas'd, then wherefore fhould I doubt? Hap what hap may, I'll roundly go about her: It fhall go hard if Cambio go without her.
SCENE XII. A green lane.
Enter Petruchio, Catharina, and Hortenfio.
Pet. Come on, o'God's name, once more tow'rds our father's.
Good Lord, how bright and goodly fhines the moon! Cath. The moon! the fun: it is not moon-light
Pet. I fay it is the moon that fhines fo bright. Cath. I know it is the fun that fhines fo bright. Pet. Now by my mother's fon, and that's myfelf, It fhall be moon, or ftar, or what I lift, Or ere I journey to your father's house: Go on, and fetch our horfes back again. Evermore croft and croft, nothing but croft!