Ped. Of Mantua.

Tra. Of Mantua, sir ?-marry, God forbid !
And come to Padua, careless of your life ?
Ped. My life, sir! how, I pray? for that goes

hardo Tra. "Tis death for any one in Mantua To come to Padua ; Know you not the cause ? Your ships are staid at Venice ; and the duke (For private quarrel 'twixt your duke and him,) Hath publish'd and proclaim'd it openly: 'Tis marvel ; but that you're but newly come, You might have heard it else proclaim'd about.

Ped. Alas, sir, it is worse for me than so ;
For I have bills for money by exchange
From Florence, and must bere deliver them.

Tra. Well, sir, to do you courtesy,
This will I do, and this will I advise you ;-
First, tell me, have you ever been at Pisa ?

Ped. Ay, sir, in Pisa have I often been;
Pisa, renowned for grave citizens.

Tra. Among them, know you one Vincentio ?

Ped. I know him not, but I have heard of him ; A merchant of incomparable wealth.

Tra. He is my father, sir; and, sooth to say, In countenance somewhat doth resemble you.

Bion. [Aside.] As much as an apple doth an oyster, and

Tra. To save your life in this extremity, (all one This favour will I do you for his sake ; And think it not the worst of all your fortunes, That you are like to sir Vincentio. His name and credit shall you undertake, And in my house you shall be friendly lodg:d ;Look, that you take upon you as you should; You understand me,

sir ;-s0 shall

you stay Till you have done your business in the city: If this be courtesy, sir, accept of it.

Ped. 0, 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 pass assurance of a dower in marriage ”Twixt me and one Baptista's daughter here : In all these circumstances I'll instruct you; Go with me, sir, to clothe you as becomes you. [Exe

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SCENE III.
A Room in Petruchio's House. Enter KATHARINA and

GRUM10.
Gru. No, no, forsooth; I dare not, for life.

Kath. The more my wrong, the more his spite appears :
What, did he marry me to famish me?
Beggars, that come unto my father's door,
Upon entreaty, have a present alms;
If not, elsewhere they meet with charity :
But 1,--who never knew how to entreat,-
Am starv'd for meat, giddy for lack of sleep;
With oaths kept waking, and with brawling fed :
And that which spites me more than all these wants,
He does it under name of perfect love ;
As who should say,- if I should sleep, or eat,
"Twere deadly sickness, or else present death.
I pr’ythee go, and get me some repast ;
I care not what, so it be wholesome food.

Gru. What say you to a neat's foot ?
Kath. 'Tis passing good; I pr’ythee let me have it.

Gru. 'I fear, it is too choleric a meat :-
How say you to a fat tripe, finely broild ?

Kath. I like it well; good Grumio, fetch it me.

Gru. I cannot tell ; I fear, 'tis choleric.
What say you to a piece of beef, and mustard ?

Kath. A dish that I do love to feed upon.
Gru. Ay, but the mustard is too hot a little.
Kath. Why, then the beef, and let the mustard rest.

Gru. Nay, then I will not ; you shall have the mustard, Or else you get no beef of Grumio.

Kath. Then, both, or one, or any thing thou wilt.
Gru. Why, then the mustard without the beef.
Kath. Go, get thee gone, thou false deluding slave,

[Beats him.
That feed’st 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 with a dish of meat ; and HORTENSIO.
Fet. How fares my Kate ? What, sweeting, all amort?
Hor. Mistress, what cheer?
Kath. 'Faith, as cold as can be.
Pet. Pluck up thy spirits, look cheerfully upon me.

Here, love ; thou seest how diligent I am,
To dress thy meat myself, and bring it thee :

(Sets the dish on a table.
I am sure, sweet Kate, this kindness merits thanks.
What, not a word ? Nay then, thou lov'st it not;
And all my pains is sorted to no proof:-
Here, take away this dish.

Kath._Pray you, let it stand.

Pet. The poorest service is repaid with thanks ; And so shall mine, before you touch the meat.

Kath. I thank you, sir.

Hor. Signior Petruchio, fye! you are to blame ! --Come, mistress Kate, I'll bear you company.

Pet. Eat it up all, Hortensio, if thou lov’st me. (Aside. - Much good do it unto thy gentle heart ! Kate, eat apace :- And now, my honey love, Will we return unto thy father's house ; And revel it as bravely as the best, With silken coats, and caps, and golden rings, With ruffs, and cuffs, and farthingales, and things; With scarfs, and fans, and double change of bravery, With amber bracelets, beads, and all this knavery. What, hast thou din d ? The tailor stays thy leisure, To deck thy body with his rufiling treasure.

Enter Tailor.
---Come, tailor, let us see these ornaments :'

Enter Haberdasher.
Lay forth the gown. What news with you, sir ?

Hab. Here is the cap your worship did bespeak.

Pet. Why, this was moulded on a porringer;
A velvet dish ;-fye, fye! 'tis lewd and filthy!
Why, 'tis a cockle, or a walnut sheil,
A knack, a toy, a trick, a baby's cap ;
Away with it, come, let me have a bigger.

Kath. I'll have no bigger; this doth fit the time,
And gentlewomen wear such caps as these.

Pet. When you are gentle, you shall have one too,
And not till then.
Hor. That will not be in haste.

(Aside. Kath. Why, sir, I trust, I may have leave to speak ; And speak I will; I am no child, no babe : Your betters have endur'd me say my mind ; [] lo our poet's time, women's gowus were usually made by men. DIALONE

And, if you cannot, best you stop your ears.
My toogue will tell the anger of my heart;
Or else my heart, concealing it, will break :
And, rather than it shall, I will be free
Even to the uttermost, as I please, in words."

Pet. Why, thou say'st true ; it is a paltry cap,
A custard-coffin,' a bauble, a silken pie :
I love thee well, in that thou lik’st it not.

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, tailor, let us see't O mercy, God! what masking stuff is here? What's this? a sleeve ? 'tis like a demi-cannon : What! up and down, carv'd like an apple-tart ? Here's snip, and nip, and cut, and slish, and slash, Like to a censer in a barber's shop :Why, what, o'devil's name, tailor, call'st thou this ?

Hor. I see, she's like to have neither cap nor gown. (Asi.

Tai. You bid me make it orderly and well,
According to the fashion, and the time.

Pet. Marry, and did ; but if you be remember'd,
I did not bid you mar it to the time.
Go, hop me over every kennel home,
For you shall hop without my custom, sir :
I'll none of it; hence, make your best of it.

Kath. I never saw a 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.

Tai, She says, your worship means to make a puppet of her.

Pet. O monstrous arrogance! thou liest, thou thread, Thou thimble, Thou yard, three-quarters, half-yard, quarter, nail, Thou Hea, thou nit, thou winter cricket thou :Brav'd in mine own house with a skein of thread !

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Away, thou rag, thou quantity, thou remnant;
Or I shall so be-mete thee with thy yard,
As thou shalt think on prating whilst thou liv'st !
I tell thee, I, that thou hast marr’d her gown.

Tai. Your worship is deceiv'd; the gown is made
Just as my master had direction :
Grumio

gave

order how it should be done.
Gru. I gave him no order, I gave him the stuff.
Tai. But how did you desire it should be made ?
Gru. Marry, sir, with needle and thread.
Tai. But did you not request to have it cut?
Gru. Thou hast faced many things.
Tai. I have.

Gru. Face not me: thou hast braved many men ;“ brave not me; I will neither be faced, nor braved. I say unto thee,-I bid thy master cut out the gown ; but I did not bid him cut it to pieces : ergo, thou liest.

Tai. Why, here is the note of the fashion to testify.
Pet. Read it.
Gru. The note lies in his throat, if he say I said so:
Tai. Imprimis, a loose-bodied gown :-

Gru. Master, if ever I said loose-bodied gown, sew me in the skirts of it, and beat me to death with a bottom of brown thread : I said, a gown.

Pet. Proceed.
Tai. With a small compassed cape:
Gru. I confess the cape.
Tai. With a trunk sleeve ;-
Gru. I confess two sleeves.
Tai. The sleeves curiously cut.
Pet. Ay, there's the villany.

Gru. Error i'th' bill, sir; error i'th' bill. I commanded the sleeves should be cut out, and sewed up again ; and that I'll prove upon thee, though thy little finger be armed in a thimble.

Tai. This is true that I say; an I had thee in place where, thou should'st know it.

Gru. I am for thee straight : take thou the bill, give me [6] i e. made many men fine. Bravery was the ancient term for elevance of dress. ---Faced many things, i. e. turned up many things with facings. STEEVENS.