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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.

[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? '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 censer in a barber's shop:
Why, what, i' the Devil's name, Tailor, call'st thou

HOR. [aside.] I see she's like to have nor cap nor

Tai. You bid me make it orderly and well,

According to the fashion of the time.
Pet. Marry, I 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,“ 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.
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 !
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' 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

chafing dish with a lid full of holes, for censing the premises. * dainty, elegant, “picked.'

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Grumio gave

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Just as my master had direction :

order how it should be done.
gave him no order; I


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 fac'd' many things.
Tal. I have.
Gru. Face not me: thou hast brav'dmany men; brave

not me; I will neither be fac'd nor brav'd.
unto thee, I bid thy master cut out the gown; but I

did not bid him cut it to pieces : ergo, thou liest.
Tal. Why, here is the note of the fashion to testify.
PET. Read it.
GRU. The note lies in 's throat, if he say I said so.
Tai. [reads.] 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. [reads.] With a small-compass'd cape:
GRU. I confess the cape.
Tai. [reads.] With a trunk sleeve :
GRU. I confess two sleeves.
Tai. [reads.] 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 sew'd up again; and that I'll prove upon thee, though thy

little finger be arm'd in a thimble. Tai. This is true that I say; an I had thee in place

where, thou should'st know it.
Gru. I am for thee straight: take thou the bill,' give me

thy mete-yard, and spare not me.
HOR. God-a-mercy, 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: 'tis for my mistress. .
PET. Go take it up unto thy master's use.
GRU. Villain, not for thy life: take up my



mistress' gown for thy master's use! ? adorned, made splendid.

+ (1) account, and (2) partizan.

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Pet. Why, Sir, what's your conceit' in that ?
GRU. O, Sir, the conceit is deeper than you think for :

take up my mistress' gown to his master's use! O,

fie, fie, fie! Pet. [aside.] Hortensio, say thou wilt see the tailor

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

. HOR. Tailor, I 'll pay thee for thy gown to-morrow :

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

[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 'tis 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 ?
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.
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 '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 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


it is. HOR. [aside.] Why, so ! this gallant will command the Sun !

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gamesome, humorous.

Sc. IV

SCENE IV. Padua. Before BAPTISTA's House.

Enter TRANIO, with the Pedant like VINCENTIO.
Tra. Sir, this is the house: please it you that I call ?
PED. Ay, so; what else ? and, but I be deceiv’d,

Signior Baptista may remember me,
Near twenty years ago, in Genoa,

Where we were lodgers at the Pegasus.
TRA. 'Tis well; and hold your own, in any case,

With such austerity as ’longeth to a father.
Ped. I warrant you. But, Sir, here comes your boy;

"Twere good he were schoold.


Tra. Fear you not him; and sirrah Biondello,

Now do your duty throughly, I advise you :

Imagine 'twere the right Vincentio.
Bion. Tut; fear not me.
Tra. But hast thou done thy errand to Baptista ?
Bion. I told him that your father was at Venice,

And that you look'd for him this day in Padua.
TRA. Thou 'rt a tall fellow: hold thee that to drink.

Here comes Baptista : set your countenance, Sir.


Signior Baptista, you are happily met.
[to the Pedant.] Sir,
This is the gentleman I told you of:
I pray you, stand good father to me now:

Give me Bianca for my patrimony.
PED. Soft, Son!

Sir, by your leave: having come to Padua
To gather in some debts, my son Lucentio
Made me acquainted with a weighty cause
Of love between your daughter and himself:
And, for the good report I hear of you
And for the love he beareth to your daughter,
And she to him, to stay him not too long


Sc. IV



I am content, in a good father's care,
To have him match’d; and, if you please to like
No worse than I, Sir, upon some agreement
Me shall


find both ready, Sir, and willing With one consent to have her so bestow'd; For curious? I cannot be with you,

Signior Baptista, of whom I hear so well.
Bap. Sir, pardon me in what I have to say:

Your plainness and your shortness please me well.
Right true it is, your son Lucentio here
Doth love my daughter, and she loveth him,
Or both dissemble deeply their affections:
And therefore, if you say no more than this,
That like a father you will deal with him,
And pass my daughter a sufficient dower,
The match is fairly made, and all is done:

Your son shall have my daughter with consent.
TRA. I thank you, Sir. Where, then, do you know

We be affied, and such assurance ta'en

As shall with either part's agreement stand?
Bap. Not in my house, Lucentio; for, you know,

Pitchers have ears, and I have many servants :
Besides, old Gremio is hearkening still,

And happily we might be interrupted.
Tra. Then at my lodging, an it liketh you:

There doth my father lie; and there, this night,
We'll pass the business privately and well.
Send for your daughter by your servant here;
My boy shall fetch the scrivener presently.
The worst is this: that at so slender warning

Y’are like to have a thin and slender pittance.
Bap. It likes me well. Biondello, hie you home,

And bid Bianca make her ready straight;
And, if you will, tell what hath happened :
Lucentio's father is arriv'd in Padua,

And how she's like to be Lucentio's wife.

pray the Gods she may, with all my heart ! Tra. Dally not with the Gods, but get thee gone.

[Exit BIONDELLO. i exacting.




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