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Kath. Love me, or love me not, I like the cap; And it I will have, or I will have none.
Pet. Thy gown? why, ay :-Come, taylor, let us see't. O mercy, God! what masking stuff is here? What's this? a fleeve? 'tis like a demi-cannon: What! up and down, carv'd like an apple-tart? Here's fnip, and nip, and cut, and flish, and flash, Like to a cenfer in a barber's fhop:
Why, what, o' devil's name, taylor, call'ft thou this? Hor. I fee, fhe's like to have neither cap nor gown. [Afide.
Tay. You bid me make it orderly and well, According to the fathion and the time.
Pet. Marry, and did; but if you be remembred,
Pet. Oh monstrous arrogance!
Thou lyeft, thou thread, thou thimble,
For you fhall hop without my custom, fir:
I'll none of it; hence, make your best of it.
Pet. Why, true; he means to make a puppet of thee. Tay. She fays, your worship means to make a puppet of her.
I tell thee, I, that thou haft marr'd her gown.
Gru. I gave him no order, I gave him the stuff.
Tay. But did you not request to have it cut?
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.
Tay. Why, here is the note of the fashion to teftify. Pet. Read it.
Gru. The note lies in his throat, if he fay I faid fo. Tay. Imprimis, a loose-bodied gown :
Gru. Mafter, if ever I faid loofe-body'd gown, fow me up in the fkirts of it, and beat me to death with a bottom of brown thread: I faid, a gown.
Tay. With a small compass'd cape;
Gru. I confefs the
cape. Tay. With a trunk sleeve ; Gru. I confefs two fleeves.
Tay. The fleeves curiously cut.
Pet. Ay, there's the villany.
Gru. Error i' the bill, fir; error i' the bill. I commanded the fleeves fhould be cut out, and fow'd up again;
1 fac'd]-turn'd up with facings-and out faced. mbrav'd]-made fine-and bully'd, dunn'd.
loofe-body'd gown,]-the drefs of harlots-loofe-body's gown. • compass'd]-round.
and that I'll prove upon thee, though 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 mete-yard, and spare not me.
Hor. God-a-mercy, Grumio! then he fhall have no odds.
Pet. Well, fir, in brief, the gown is not for me.
Gru. You are i' the right, fir; 'tis for my mistress.
Gru. Villain, not for thy life: Take up my mistress' gown for thy mafter's use!
Pet. Why, fir, what's your conceit in that?
Take up my
Gru. Oh, fir, the conceit is deeper than you think for; miftrefs' gown unto his master's use!
Pet. Hortenfio, fay thou wilt fee the taylor paid:
Our purses shall be proud, our garments poor:
What, is the jay more precious than the lark,
Or is the adder better than the eel,
Go take it hence; be gone, and fay no more.
Hor. Taylor, I'll pay thee for thy gown to-morrow. Take no unkindness of his hafty words: Away, I fay; commend me to thy master. [Exit Taylor. Pet. Well, come, my Kate; we will unto your Even in these honeft mean habiliments;
P the bill,]-weapon-and taylor's bill. mete-yard-meafuring yard.
Because his painted fkin contents the eye?
Kath. I dare affure you, fir, 'tis almost two;
Pet. It shall be seven, ere I go to horse :
It shall be what o'clock I fay it is.
Hor. Why, fo! this gallant will command the fun. [Exit Petruchio, Katharine, and Hortenfa.
Before Baptifta's House.
Enter Tranio, and the Pedant dressed like Vincentio.
Tra. Sir, this is the house; Please it you, that I call?
Signior Baptifta may remember me,
Tra. Where 'you were lodgers at the Pegasus.-
• Where we.
Ped. I warrant you: But, fir, here comes your boy; 'Twere good, he were school'd.
Tra. Fear you not him. Sirrah, Biondello, Now do your duty thoroughly, I advise you; Imagine 'twere the right Vincentio.
Bion. Tut! fear not me.
Tra. But haft thou done thy errand to Baptifta? Bion. I told him, that your father was in Venice; And that you look'd for him this day in Padua.
Tra. Thou'rt a' tall fellow; hold thee that to drink. Here comes Baptifta :-set your countenance, fir.
Enter Baptifta, and Lucentio.
Signior Baptifta, you are happily met:
pray you, stand good father to me now,
Sir, by your leave; having come to Padua
I am content, in a good father's care,
Me fhall you find ready and willing