Pet. Why this was moulded on a Porrenger, A Knack, a Toy, á Trick, a Baby's Cap: Pet. When you are gentle, you shall have one too, Hor. That will not be in haste. Kath. Why, Sir, I truft I may have leave to speak, Kath. Love me, or love me not, I like the Cap, Pet. Thy Gown, why ay; come, Taylor, let us fee't. O mercy God, what masking Stuff is here? What? this a Sleeve? 'tis like a Demi-cannon; Why what a Devil's name, Taylor, call'ft thou this? Pet. Marry and did: But if you be remembred, More queint, more pleafing, nor more commendable: Pet. Pet. Why true, he means to make a Puppet of thee. her. Pet. Oh most monftrous Arrogance ! Thou lyeft, thou Thread, thou Thimble, Thou Yard, three Quarters, half Yard, Quarter, Nail, As thou shalt think on prating whilst thou liv'st: Tay. Your Worship is deceiv'd, the Gown is made 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. I 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 teftify. Gru. The Note lies in's Throat if he say I said so. Tay. Imprimis, a loose-bodied Gown. Gru. Mafter, if ever I faid loofe-bodied Gown, fow me in the Skirts of it, and beat me to Death with a Bottom of brown Thread: I faid a Gown. Pet. Proceed. Tay. With a fmall compaft Cape. Gru. I confefs the Cape. Tay. With a trunk Sleeve. Gru. I confefs two Sleeves. Gru. Error i'th Bill, Sir, Error i'th' Bill: I commanded the Sleeves fould 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, and I had thee in place where, thou fhould'ft know it. Gru. I am for thee ftraight: take thou the Bill, give me thy mete-yard, and spare not me. Hor. God-a-mercy, Grumio, then he fhall have no odds. Gru. You are 'th' right, Sir, 'tis for my Mistress. Gru. Villain, not for thy Life: Take up my Mistress's Gown for thy Master'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 Mafter's ufe. Oh fie, fie, fie. Pet. Hortenfio, fay thou wilt fee the Taylor paid. [Afide. Go take it hence, be gone, and fay no more. Hor. Taylor, I'll pay thee for thy Gown to morrow, [Exit Tail. Pet. Well, come my Kate, we will unto your Father's, Even in thefe honeft mean habiliments: Our Purfes fhall be proud, our Garments poor; Kath. Kath. I dare affure you, Sir, 'tis almost two; Hor. Why fo: This Gallant will command the Sun. [Exeunt Pet. Kath. and Hor. Enter Tranio, and the Pedant dreft like Vincentio. Tra. Sirs, 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. Tra. Where we were Lodgers, at the Pegafus : 'Tis well, and hold your own in any cafe With fuch Austerity 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; Sirrah Biondello, Now do your Duty throughly I advise Imagine 'twere the right Vincentio. Bion. Tut, fear not me. you : Tra. But haft thou done thy Errand to Baptifta? Bion. I told him that your Father was in Venice, And that you look'd for him in Padua. Tra. That's a tall Fellow, hold thee that to drink, Tra. Signior Baptifta, you are happily met: Give me Bianca for my Patrimony. Ped. Soft, Son. Sir, by your leave, having come to Padma To gather in fome Debts, my Son Lucentio Made me acquainted with a weighty Cause S 3 And And for the Love he beareth to your Daughter, 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, you know beft know Tra. Then at my Lodging, and it like you, Sir; Cambio, hie you home, and bid Bianca make her ready And if you will, tell what hath happen'd, Lucentio's Father is arriv'd in Padua, And how fhe's like to be Lucentio's Wife. Luc. I pray the gods the may with all my Heart, [Exit. Tra |