Bion. [Aside] As much as an apple doth

an oyster, and all one.

Tra. To save your life in this extremity,

This favour will I do you for his sake; And think it not the worst of all your fortunes

That you are like, sir, to 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:-so shall you stay
Till
you have done your business in the city:
If this be courtesy, sir, accept of it.

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Ped. O 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: 119 Go with me, sir, to clothe you as becomes you.] [Exeunt.

SCENE III. A room in Petruchio's house.

Enter KATHARINA and GRUMIO.
Gru. No, no, forsooth; I dare not for my 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 I, who never knew how to entreat,
Nor never needed that I should entreat,
Am starv'd for meat, giddy for lack of sleep;
With oaths kept waking, and with brawling
fed:

And that which spites1 me more than all these wants,

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Gru. I cannot tell; I fear 't is 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.

[Beats him.

slave, 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.

Pet. How fares my Kate? What, sweeting, all amort?3

Hor. Mistress, what cheer?
Kath.

Faith, as cold as can be. Pet. Pluck up thy spirits; look cheerfully upon me.

Here, love; thou see'st how diligent I am To dress thy meat myself, and bring it thee: 40 [Sets the dish on a table.

I'm 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.

I 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, fie! you are to blame.

Come, Mistress Kate, I'll bear you company. Pet. [Aside] Eat it up all, Hortensio, if thou lov'st me.

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[To Katharina] 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 fardingales, and things;

With scarfs, and fans, and double change of brav'ry,

With amber bracelets, beads, and all this knav'ry.]

3 Amort, dispirited.

What, hast thou din'd? The tailor stays thy leisure,

To deck thy body with his ruffling1 treasure.

Enter Tailor.

Come, tailor, let us see these ornaments; 61 Lay forth the gown.

Enter Haberdasher.

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: fie, fie! 't is lewd and filthy: [Why, 't is a cockle or a walnut-shell, 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. 70 Pet. When you are gentle, you shall have one too,

And not till then.

Hor. [Aside] That will not be in haste. 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,
And if you cannot, best you stop your ears.
My tongue 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
сар,

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A custard-coffin,3 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.
[Exit Haberdasher.

Pet. Thy gown? why, ay: come, tailor, let us see 't.

O mercy, God! what masquing stuff is here? What's this? a sleeve? 't is like a demi-cannon:4

1 Ruffling, rustling; or, perhaps, having ruffs or ruffles.

2 Knack, knick-knack, trifle.

3 Custard-coffin, the raised crust round a custard.

4 Demi-cannon, a kind of cannon, carrying a ball of about 30 lbs.

Why, what, i' devil's name, tailor, call'st thou this?

Hor. [Aside] I see she's like to have neither cap nor gown.

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. 100
Kath. I never saw a better-fashion'd gown,
More quaint, more pleasing, nor more com-
mendable:

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 thimble,

Thou yard, three-quarters, half-yard, quarter, nail!

Take no unkindness of his hasty words: Away! I say; commend me to thy master. 170 [Exit Tailor.

Pet. Well, come, my Kate; we will unto your father's

Even in these honest mean habiliments:
Our purses shall be proud, our garments poor;
For 't is the mind that makes the body rich;
[And as the sun breaks through the darkest
clouds,

So honour peereth in the meanest habit.
What, is the jay more precious than the lark,
Because his feathers are more beautiful?
Or is the adder better than the eel,
Because his painted skin contents the eye? 180
O, no, good Kate; neither art thou the worse
For this poor furniture and mean array.
If thou account'st it shame, lay it on me;]
And therefore frolic: we will hence forthwith,
To feast and sport us at thy father's house.-
[To Grumio] Go, call my men, and let us
straight to him;

And bring our horses unto Long-lane end;
There will we mount, and thither walk on foot. `
Let's see; I think 't is now some seven o'clock,
And well we may come there by dinner-time.

Kath. I dare assure you, sir, 't is almost two; 191 And 't will be supper-time ere you come there. Pet. It shall be seven ere I go to horse: Look, what I speak, or do, or think to do, You are still crossing it.—Sirs, let 't alone: I will not go to-day; and ere I do, It shall be what o'clock I say it is.

Hor. [Aside] Why, so! this gallant will command the sun. [Exeunt.