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Enter CATHARINA and GRUMIO. Gru. No, no, forsooth, I dare not for my life. Cath. The more my wrong, the more his spite
Gru. What say you to a neat's foot?
Gru. I fear it is too flegmatic a meat:
Cath. I like it well; good Grumio, fetch it me.
Gru. I cannot tell; I fear it's choleric:
Cath. A dish that I do love to feed upon.
Gru. Nay, then I will not; you shall have the Or else you get no beef of Grumio. [mustard,
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 flave,
[Beats him, That feedest me with the very name of meat: Sorrow on thce, and all the pack of you,
That triumph thus upon my misery !
Enter PETRUCH10 and HORTENS10, with meat.
[amort? Cath. Faith, as cold as can be.
Pet. Pluck up thy spirits; look cheerfully upon
Cath. I pray you, let it stand.
Pet. The poorelt service is repaid with thanks ; And so shall mine, before you touch the meat.
Cath. I thank
Hor. Signior Petruchio, fy, you are to blame :
Enter Haberdasher. Lay forth the
What news with you, Sir? Hab. Here is the cap your Worship did bespeak.
Pet. Why, this was moulded on a poringer,
Guth. I'll have no bigger, this doth fit the time; And gentlewomen wear fuch caps as these.
Pet. When you are gentle you shall have one too, And not 'till then.
Hor. That will not be in haste.
Cath. Why, Sir, I trust I may have leave to speak, And speak I will. I am no child, no babe; Your betters have endured me say my mind; And, if you cannot, best you stop your ears. My tongue will tell the
Pet. Why, thou sayeit true, it is a paltry cap,
Gath. Love me, or love me not, I like the cap; And I will have it, or I will have none. fee't. : Pet. Thy gown? why, ay; come, tailor, let us O mercy, Heaven, what making stuff is here?
this a fleeve? 'tis like a demi-cannon; What, up and down carved like an apple-tart? Here's snip, and nip, and cut, and llish, and flash, Like to a censer in a barber's ihop: Why, what a devil's name, tailor, callest thou this? Hor. I fee she's like to've neither cap nor gown.
Tai. You bid me make it orderly and well,
Pet. Marry, and did: but if you be remembered,
shall hop without my custom, Sir:
Cath. I never saw a better fashioned gown, More quaint, more pleafing, nor more commendable: Belike you mean to make a puppet of me. [thee.
Pet. Why, true, he means to make a puppet of
Tai. She says, your Worship means io make a puppet of her,
Pet. Oh most monstrous arrogance !
Tai. Your Worthip is deceived, the gown is made
gave him no order, I gave him the stuff.
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. Frgo, thou dyert.
Tai. Why, here is the note of the fashion to testify,
Gru. Matter, 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 said a gown.
Gru. Errori’th'bill, Sir, errori'th' bill: I commanded the sleeves should be cut out, and fowed up again; and that I'll prove upon thce, though thy
little finger be armed in a thimble.
Tai. This is true that I say; an I had thee in place where, thou shou’dst know it.
Gru. I am for thee straight: take thou the bill, give me thy mete-yard, and spare not me.
Hor. God-amercy, 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 iny mistress, Pet. Go take it up unto thy master's use.
Gru. Villain, not for thy life: take up my mistrets's gown for thy master's use !
Pet. Why, Sir, what's your conceit in that? Gru. Oh, Sir, the conceit is deeper than you
think for; Take up my mistress's gown unto his master's use! Oh, fy, fy, fy. Pei. Hortensio, say thou wilt see the tailor paid.