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As who would say, if I should sleep or eat
Gru. What say you to a neat's foot?
Gru. I fear, it is too flegmatick a meat :
Catb. i like it well; good Grumio, fetch it me.
Gru. I cannot tell ;-I fear, it's cholerick :
Catb. A dish, that I do love to feed upon.
Gru. Nay, then I will not; you shall have the mustard,
Cath. Then both, or one, or any thing thou wilt.
Enter Petruchio and Hortensio, with meat,
Pet. Pluck up thy spirits; look cheerfully upon me;
Cath. I pray you, let it stand.
Pet. The poorest service is repaid with thanks,
Cath. I thank you, Sir.
Hor. Signior Petrucbio, fy, you are to blame:
Pet. Why, this was moulded on a porringer,
Cath. I'll have no bigger, this doth fit the time;
Pet. When you are genue, you lhall have one too, And not 'till then,
Hor. That will not be in hafte.
Cath. Why, Sir, I trust, I may have leave to speak,
Per. Why, thou say it true, it is a paltry cap,
A custard coffin, a baubley a filken pie;9
Cath. Love me, or love me not, I like the cap;
Pet. Thy gown? why, ay; come, taylor, let us fee't. O mercy, heav'n, what malking ttuff is here? What? 'this a sleeve? 'iis like a demi-cannon; What, up and down carv'd like an apple-tart? Here's snip, and nip, and cut, and fish, and flash, Like to a censer in a barber's shop: Why, what a devil's name, taylor, call'At thou this. Hor. I see, she's like to've neither cap nor gown,
(Afide." Tay. You bid me make it orderly and well, According to the fashion 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 custom, Sir: I'll none of it; hence, make your best of it army
Cath. I never saw a better-fashion'd gown, H da! 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.
Tay. She says, your worship means to make a puppet of her.
Pet. Oh moft monstrous arrogance!
Tay. Your worship is deceiv'd, the gown is made
Gru. I gave him no'order, I gave him the stuff.
faid a gown.
Gru. Marry, Sir, with needle and thread.
Gru. Face not me: Thou haft brav'd many men, brave not me; I will neither be fac'd, nor brav’d. I say unto thee, I bid thy master cut out the gown, but I did not bid him cut it to pieces. Ergo, thou lyeft.
Tay. Why, here is the note of the fashion to testify.
Gru. Master, if ever I said loose-bodied gown, sow me up in the skirts of it, and beat me to death with a bottom of brown thread :
Gru. Error i’th' bill, Sir, error i'ch' bill: I commanded, the sleeves should be cut out, and sow'd up again ; and that I'll prove upon thee, though thy little finger be armed in a thimble.
Tay. This is true, that I fay; an I had thee in place where, thou shou'dit know it.
Gru. I am for thee straight: Take thou the bill give me thy meet-yard, and spare not me,
Hor. God-amercy, Grumia, then he shall have no odds.
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 matter's use ! Oh, fy, fy, fy.
Pel. Hortensio, say, thou wilt see the taylor paid. [ Afide. Go take it hence, be gone, and say no more. Hor. Taylor, I'll
pay thee for thy gown to-morrow, Take no unkindness of his balty words: Away, I say; commend me to thy master, [Exit Tay.
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 'iis 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 then the eel, Because his painted skin contents the eye ? Oh, no, good Kate; neither art thou the worse Por this poor furniture, and mean array. If thou account't 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. Let's fee, I think, 'tis now some seven o'clock, And well we may come there by dinner time.
Cath. I dare assure you, Sir, 'tis almost two; And 'will be supper-uime 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 ftill croising 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. Why, so: This gallant will command the fun.
[Exeunt Pet. Cath, and Hor.
[The Presenters, above, speak here. Lord, Who's within there?
[Sly sleeps. Enter Servants. Asleep again! go take him easily up, and put him in his own apparel again. But see, you wake bim not in any case.