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Hor. Mistress, what cheer?

Faith, as cold as can be.
Pet. Pluck up thy spirits, look cheerfully upon
Here, love ; thou see'st 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.

'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

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.

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

With amber bracelets, beads, and all this knavery.
What, hast thou din'd? The tailor stays thy leisure,
To deck thy body with his ruffling treasure.

you, sir.

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Enter Tailor.

Come, tailor, let us see these ornaments;

Enter Haberdasher.
Lay forth the gown.

What news with


sir ? Finery.


Hab. Here is the cap your worship did bespeak.
- PetWhy, this was moulded on a porringer?
Why, 'tis a cockle, or a walnutshell,
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

And not till then.

That will not be in haste. [ Aside.
Kath. Why, sir, I trust, I may have leave to

And speak I will; I am no child, no babe;
Your Þetters 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 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

O mercy, see 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 censerin 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


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2 A coffin was the culinary term for raised crust.
& These censers resembled our brasiers in shape.

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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 4, more pleasing, nor more commend-

Belike, you mean to make a puppet of me.
Pet. Why, true; he means to make a puppet of

Tai. She says, your worship means to make a
puppet of her.
Pet. O monstrous arrogance! Thou liest, thou

Thou thimble,
Thou yard, three quarters, half-yard, quarter, nail,
Thou flea, thou nit, thou winter cricket thou:
Brav'd in mine own house with a skein of thread!
Away, thou rag, thou quantity, thou remnant ;
Or I shall so be-mete s 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 :


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

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4 Curious, VOL. III.

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 villainy.

Gru. Error i'the bill, sir ; error i'the 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 shoud'st know it.

Gru. I am for thee straight: take thou the bill, give me thy mete-yard", and spare not me.

Hor. Gramercy, Grumio! then he shall have no odds.

Pet. Well, sir, in brief, the gown is not for me.
Gru. You are i'the right, sir.
Pet. Hortensio, say thou wilt see the tailor paid: -

[Aside. Go take it hence; be gone, and say no more.

Hor. Tailor, I'll pay thee for thy gown to


Take no unkindness of his hasty words:
Away, I say; commend me to thy master,

[Exit Tailor.

6 Measuring-yard.

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

Even in these honest mean habiliments;

purses shall be proud, our garments poor:
For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich;
And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds,
So honour peereth in the meanest hàbit.
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?
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, frolick; we will hence forthwith,
To feast and sport us at thy father's house.
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. -

I think, 'tis now some seven o'clock,
And well we may come there by dinner-time.

Kath. I dare assure you, sir, 'tis almost two;
And 'twill be supper time, ere you come there.
Pet. It shall be seven, ere


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


it is. Hor. Why, so ! this gallant will command the sun.


Let's see;

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