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And all my pains is forted to no proof.
Cath. I pray you, let it stand.
Pet. The pooreft fervice is repaid with thanks, And fo fhall mine, before you touch the meat. Cath. I thank you, Sir.
Hor. Signior Petruchio, fie, you are to blame: Come, mistress Kate, I'll bear you company. Pet. Eat it up all, Hortenfio, if thou loveft me ;'[Afide.
Much good do it unto thy gentle heart;
Come, taylor, let us fee thefe ornaments.
Lay forth the gown. What news with you, Sir?
Cath. I'll have no bigger, this doth fit the time;
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 fpeak I will. I am no child, no babe; Your betters have endur'd me fay my mind;
And, if you cannot, beft you ftop your ears.
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 fee't. O mercy, heav'n, what masking ftuff is here? What this a fleeve? 'tis like a demi-cannon; What, up and down cary'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 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, According to the fafhion of the time.
Pet. Marry, and did: but if you be remembred, I did not bid you marr it to the time. Go, hop me over every kennel home, For you shall hop without my cuftom, Sir: I'll none of it; hence, make your best of it. Cath. I never faw a better-fafhion'd gown, More quaint, more pleafing, nor more commendable: Belike, you mean to make a puppet of me.
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!
As thou shalt think on prating whilft thou liv'ft:'
Tay. Your Worship is deceiv'd, the gown is made Juft as my mafter had direction.
Grumio gave order how it fhould be done.
Gru. I gave him no order, I gave him the stuff.
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. Í 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 testify. Pet. Read it.
Gru. The note lies in's throat, if he say I faid fo.
Gru. Mafter, if ever I said loofe-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.
Tay. With a small compaft cape.
Gru. Error i'th' bill, Sir, error i'th' bill: I commanded, the fleeves fhould 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 ftraight: take thou the bill, give me thy meet-yard, and spare not me.
Hor. God-amercy, Grumio, then he fhall have no
Pet. Well, Sir, in brief the gown is not for me. Gru. You are i'th' right, Sir, 'tis for my miftrefs. Pet. Go take it up unto thy master's use.
Gru. Villain, not for thy life: take up my mistress'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!
Pet. Hortenfio, fay, thou wilt fee the taylor paid.
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 mafter. [Exit Tay. Pet. Well, come, my Kate, we will unto your
Even in these honeft mean habiliments:
Cath. I dare affure you, Sir, 'tis almost two;
Look, what I fpeak, or do, or think to do,
Hor. Why, fo: this Gallant will command the Sun.
[The Prefenters, above, speak here.
Afleep again! go take him eafily up, and put him in his own apparel again. But fee, you wake him not in any cafe. Serv. It fhall be done; my Lord, come help to bear him bence. [They bear off Sly.
SCENE, before Baptifta's House.
Enter Tranio, and the Pedant dreft like Vincentio.
IR, this is the house, please it you, that I call? Ped. Ay, what elfe! and (but I be deceived, Signior Baptifta may remember me Near twenty years ago in Genoa, Where we were lodgers, at the Pegafus. (22) Tra. 'Tis well, and hold your own in any cafe With fuch aufterity as longeth to a father.
Ped. I warrant you: but, Sir, here comes your boy; 'Twere good he were fchool'd.
Tra. Fear you not him; firrah, Biondello, Now do your duty throughly, I advise you : Imagine 'twere the right Vincentio.
(22) Tra. Where we were Lodgers at the Pegasus.] This Line has in all the Editions hitherto been given to Tranio. But Tranio could with no Propriety speak this, either in his affum'd or real Character. Lucentio was too young to know any thing of lodging with his Father, twenty years before at Genoa: and Tranio must be as much too young, or very unfit to reprefent and perfonate Lucentio. I have ventur'd to place the Line to the Pedant, to whom it must certainly belong, and is à Sequel of what he was before faying.