I care not what, fo it be wholefome food. Gru. What fay you to a neat's foot? Cath. 'Tis paffing good; I pr'ythee, let me have it. Cath. I like it well; good Grumio, fetch it me. Cath. Then both, or one, or any thing thou wilt. That feed'ft me with the very name of meat: SCENE VII.. [Beats him. Enter Petruchio and Hortenfio, with meat. Pet. How fares my Kate? what, fweeting, all amort Hor. Miftrefs, what cheer? Cath. 'Faith, as cold as can be. Pet. Pluck up thy fpirits; look cheerfully upon me; Here, Love, thou feeft how diligent I am To drefs thy meat myself, and bring it thee: Here, take away the difh. Gath. I pray you, let it ftand. Pet. The pooreft fervice is repaid with thanks And fo fhall mine before you touch the meat. Cath. I thank you, Sir. Hor. Signior Petruchio,, fie, you are to blame.) Come, Miltrefs Kate, I'll, bear you company M F. £ 3. [ Afide. Pet. Eat it up all, Hortenfio, if thouloxft me;— Much good do it unto thy gentle heart; With filken coats, and caps, and golden rings, SCENE VII. Enter Tailor, Come, Tailor, let us fee thefe ornaments. Lay forth the gown! What news with you, Sir? A knack, a toy, a trick, a baby's cap. Cath. I'll have no bigger, this doth fit the time; Pet. When you are gentle, you shall have one too, And not till then. Hor. That will not be in hafte Cath. Why, Sir, 1 truft I may have leave to fpeak, 1 Pet. Why, thou fay't true, it is a paltry cap, Pet. Pei. Thy gown? why, ay; come, Tailor, let us fee't. Why, what a devil's name, Tailor, call'ft thou this? Tai. You bid me make it orderly and well, According to the fashion of the time! FAfide Pet. Marry, and did: but if you be remember'd For you fhall hop without my cuftom, Sir: Pet. Why, true, he means to make a puppet of thee. Tai. She fays, your Worship means to make a puppet of her. Pet. O most monftrous arrogance! Thou lieft, thou thread, thou thimble, Thou yard, three-quarters, half-yard, quarter, nail, Tai. Your Worship is deceiv'd, the gown is made Juft as my malter had direction. Grumio gave order how it fhould be done. › Gru I gave him no order, I gave him the tuff. Tai. I have: ་་ Gru. Face not me: thou haft brav'd many men, brave not me; I will neither be fae'd, nor brav'd. I fay fay unto thee, I bid thy mafter cut out the gown, but I did not bid him cut it to pieces. Ergo thou lieft. Tai. Why, here is the note of the fashion to teftify. Gru. The note lies in's throat, if he say I said so. 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. Gru. I confefs two fleeves. Tai. The fleeves curiously cut. Gru. Error th' bill, Sir, error i' th' bill: I com manded the fleeves fhould be cut out, and fow'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 fay; an I had thee in place. where, thou fhould't 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 fhall have no odds. Gru. You are i' th' right, Sir, 'tis for my mistress. 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?, Gry. Oh, Sir, the conceit is deeper than you think for; Take up my mistress's 's gown unto his master's use! Pet. Hortenfio, fay, thou wilt fee the tailor paid. Go, take it hence; be gone, and say no more. Afide. Hor. Tailor, I'll pay thee for thy gown to-morrow, Take no unkindness. of his hafty words: Away, I fay; commend me to thy master. [Exit Tailor. Pet. Well, come, my Kate, we will unto your father's,. Even in thefe honeft mean habiliments: 1 Our Our purfes fhall be proud, our garments poor: Cath. I dare affure you, Sir, 'tis almost two; It shall be what o'clock 1 fay it is. Hor. Why, fo; this gallant will command the fun. [Exeunt Pet. Cath, and Her. [The prefenters, above, fpeak here.] Lord. Who's within there? Enter fervants. [Sly fleeps. Afleep again! go take him cafily up, and put him in his own SCENE IX. Before Baptifta's house. Enter Tranio, and the Pedant drefs'd like Vincentio. Near |