Pet. Thy gown? why, ay; come, Tailor, let us fee't. O mercy, Heav'n, what making ftuff is here? What! this a fleeve? 'tis like a demi-cannon; What, up and down carv'd like an apple-tart? Here's fnip, and nip, and cut, and flish, and flash, Like to a cenfer in a barber's shop: Why, what a devil's name, Tailor, call'ft thou this? Hor. I fee fhe's like to 've neither cap nor gown. [Afide.. be remembered, Tai. You bid me make it orderly and well, Pet. Why, true, he means to make a puppet of thee.. Thou lyeft, thou thread, thou thimble, Thou yard, three-quarters, half-yard, quarter, nail, As thou fhalt think on prating whilft thou liv'ft. Grumio gave order how it fhould be done. Gru. I gave him no order, I gave him the ftuff.. Tai. Phave.. Gru. Face not me: thou haft brav'd many men brave not me; I will neither be fac'd, nor brav'd. I fay unto thee, I bid thy mafter cut out the gown, but I did not bid him cut it to pieces. Ergo thou lyeft. Tai. Why, here is the note of the fashion to teftify. Gru. The note lyes in's throat, if he fay I faid fo. Gru. "Mafter, if ever I faid loofe-bodied gown, fow me up in the skirts of it, and beat me to death with a "bottom of brown thread. I faid a gown. Pet. Proceed. Tai. With a small compaft cape. Gru. I confefs the cape. Tai. With a trunk-fleeve. Gru. I confefs two fleeves. Pet. Ay, there's the villany. 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, though thy little finger be armed in a thimble. Tai. This is true that I fay; an I had thee in place where, thou fhou'dft know it. Gru. I am for thee straight: take thou the bill, give me thy mete-yard, and spare not me. Hor. God-a-merey, Crumio, then he hall have odds. 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. no Gru. Villain, not for thy life: take up my miftrefs's gown for thy mafter's ufe! Pet. Why, Sir, what's your conceit in that? Gru. Oh, Sir, the conceit is deeper than you think for; Take up my miftrefs's gown unto his master's use ! Oh, fie, fie, fie! Pet. Hortenfio, fay, thou wilt fee the tailor paid. Go, take it hence; be gone, and fay no more. [Afide. Hor. Tailor, I'll pay thee for thy gown to-morrow, Take no unkindness of his hafty words: Away, Ifay; commend me to thy mafter. [Exit Tailor. Pet. Well, come, my Kate, we will unto your father's, Even in these honest mean habiliments : Gath. I dare affure you, Sir, 'tis almoft two; It shall be what o'clock I fay it is. Hor. Why, fo; this gallant will command the fun. [Exeunt Pet. Cath. and Hor. [The prefenters, above, fpeak here.] Lord. Who's within there? · Enter fervants. [Sly fleeps. Afleep again! go take him eafly up, and put him in his SCENE IX. Before Baptifta's house. Near twenty years ago in Genoa, Where we were lodgers, at the Pegasus. Tra. 'Tis well, and hold your own in any case With fuch aufterity as 'longeth to a father. Enter Biondello. Ped. I warrant you: but, Sir, here comes your boy; 'Twere good he were school'd. Tra. Fear you not him; firrah, Biondello, Now do your duty thoroughly, I advise you Imagine 'twere the right Vincentio. Bion. Tut, fear not me. Tra. But haft thou done thy errand to Baptifta? Bion. I told him, that your father was in Venice; And that you looked for him this day in Padua. Tra. Th' art a tall fellow, hold thee that to drink; Here comes Baptifta; fet your countenance, Sir. SCENE X. Enter Baptifta and Lucentio. Ped. Soft, fon, Sir, by your leave, having come to To gather in fome debts, my fon Lucentio To have him match'd; and if you please to like Signior Baptifta, of whom I hear fo well. Bap. Sir, pardon me in what I have to fay: 4 Or both diffemble deeply their affections; Your fon fhall have my daughter with confent. Tra. I thank you, Sir. Where then do you know beft, Be we affied; and fuch affurance ta'en, As fhall with either part's agreement stand? Bap. Not in my houfe, Lucentio; for, you know, Pitchers have ears, and I have many fervants; Befides, old Gremio is heark'ning still; And, haply, then we might be interrupted. Tra. Then at my lodging, an it like you, Sir, There doth my father lie; and there this night We'll pafs the business privately and well: Send for your daughter by your servant here, My boy fhall fetch the fcrivener prefently. The worit is this, that at fo flender warning You're like to have a thin and flender pittance. Bap. It likes me well. Go, Cambio, hie you home, And bid Bianca make her ready straight: And if you will, tell what hath happen'd here: And how he's like to be Lucentio's wife. Luc. I pray the Gods fhe may, with all my heart! [Exit. Tra. Dally not with the Gods, but get thee gone. Signior Baptifta, fhall I lead the way? Welcome! one mefs is like to be your cheer. Come, Sir, we will better it in Pifa. Bap. I'll follow you. SCENE Bion. Cambio. [Exeunt. XI. Enter Lucentio and Biondello. Luc. What fay'ft thou, Biondello? Bion. You faw my mafter wink and laugh upon you. Bion. 'Faith, nothing; but h' as left me here behind to expound the meaning or moral of his figns and tokens. Luc. I pray thec, moralize them, |