Or elfe 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 mifery! Go, get thee gone, I fay. Enter Petruchio and Hortenfio, with meat. Pet. How fares my Kate? what, Sweeting, all a mort? Hor. Miftrefs, what cheer? Cath. 'Faith, as cold as can be. Pet. Pluck up thy fpirits; look cheerfully upon me; Here, love, thou feeft how diligent I am, To drefs thy meat my felf, and bring it thee: Here, take away the dish. Cath. I pray you, let it ftand. Pet. The pooreft service is repaid with thanks, Hor. Signior Petruchio, fie, you are to blame: Much good do it unto thy gentle heart; [Afide. With filken coats, and caps, and golden rings, S What, What, haft thou din'd? the taylor ftays thy leisure, Enter Taylor. Come, taylor, let us see these ornaments. Enter Haberdafber. 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, Pet. Why, thou fay'ft true, it is a paltry cap. 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 O mercy, heav'n, what masking stuff is here? Why, Why, what a devil's name, taylor, call'st thou this? Hor. I fee, fhe's like to've neither cap nor gown. [Afide. Tay. You bid me make it orderly and well, Pet. Marry, and did: but if you be remembred, For you fhall hop without my cuftom, Sir: Pet. Why, true, he means to make a puppet of Tay. She fays, your Worship means to make a puppet of her. Pet. Oh moft monftrous arrogance! Thou lyeft, thou thread, thou thimble, Thou yard, three-quarters, half-yard, quarter, nail, As thou shalt think on prating whilst thou liv'ft: Grumio gave order how it fhould be done. Tay. I have. Gru. Face not me: thou haft brav'd many men, brave not me; I will neither be fac'd, nor brav'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 lieft. $ 2 Tay. Tay. Why, here is the note of the fashion to testify. Pet. Read it. Gru. The note lies in's throat, if he say I said so. Tay. Imprimis, a loose 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. Pet. Proceed. Tay. With a fmall compaft cape. Tay. With a trunk-sleeve. Gru. Error i' th' bill, Sir, error i' th' bill: I com manded, the fleeves thould be cut out, and fow'd up again; and that I'll prove upon thee, tho' thy little finger be armed in a thimble. Tay. 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 meet-yard, and spare not me. Hor. God-a-mercy, Grumio, then he shall 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 mafter's use! Pe. Why, Sir, what's your conceit in that ? Gru. Oh, Sir, the conceit is deeper than you think for ; Take up my miftrefs's gown unto his master's use! Oh, fie, fie, fie! Pet. Hortenfio, fay, thou wilt see the taylor paid. Go take it hence, be gone, and fay no more. [Afide. Hor. Taylor, I'll pay thee for thy gown to morrow, Take no unkindness of his hafty words: Away, Away, I fay; commend me to thy mafter. [Exit Tay. Pet. Well, come, my Kate, we will unto your fa ther's, Even in these honeft mean habiliments: Our purfes fhall be proud, our garments poor; Cath. I dare affure you, Sir, 'tis almost two; It fhall be what o'clock I fay it is. Hor. Why, fo: this Gallant will command the Sun. [Exeunt Pet. Cath. and Hor. [The Prefenters, above, fpeak here.] Lord. Who's within there? Enter Servants. [Sly feeps. 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 shall be done, my Lord; him bence. 83 come help to bear [They bear off Sly. SCENE |