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Pet. Thy gown? why, ay; come, Tailor, let us fee’t. O mercy, Heav'ni, what making #uff is here? What! this-a' sleeve? 'tis like a demi-caron; What, up and down carv'd like an apple-tart? Here's snip, and nip, and ent, and lifh, and flath, Like to a censer 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.

Tai. You bid me make it orderly and well,
Aecording to the fashion of the time:

Pet. Marry, and did: but if you be remember'da
I did not bid you mar it to the time..?
Go, hop me over every kennel liome,
For you shall hop without my custom, Sir:
I'll none of it ; hence, make your best of it.

Caths. I never faw a better-fashion'd gown,
More quaint, more pleafing, nor more commendable!
Belike you mean to make å puppet of me,

Pet. Why, true, he means to make a puppet:of thee. : Tai. She says, your Woríhip means to make a pup

Pet. O most monitrous arrogance!
Thou liest, thou thread, thou thimble,
Thou yard, three-quarters, half-yard, quarter, nail,
Thou flea, thou nit, thou winter-cricket thor!
Brav'd in mine own house with a skein of thread':
Away, thou rag, thou quantity, thou remnant;
Or I shall fơ be-mete thee with thy yard, ..
As thou shalt think on prating whilst thou Nv'it. **
I tell thee, I, that thou hast márr'd her

gown.
Tai. Your Worfhip is deceiv'd, the gownt is made
Just as my master had direction.
Grumio

gave

order how it Mould be done ,
Gru I gave him no order, I gave him the Teuff!
Tai, But how did you desire it should be made?
Gru. Mariy, Sir, with needle and thread..
Tai. But did you not requeft to have it cut?
Gru. Thou haft fac'd many things.
Tai. I have

Gru, i Face not me: "hou haft brávd, many: men, brave not me; I will neither be fae'd, por bray'd." I

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say unto thee, I bid thy master cut out the gown,

but I did not bid him cut it to pieces. Ergo thou lieft.

Tai. Why, here is the bote of the fashion to testify.
Pet. Read it..
Gru. The note lies in's throat; if he say I said so.
Tai. Imprimis, a loose-bodied gown.
Gru.Master, if ever I said loose-bodied gown,

fow « me up in the skirts of it, and beat me to death with a « bottom of brown thread.” I said a gown.

Pet. Proceed.
Tai. With a small compas'd cape.
Gru. I confess the cape:
Tai With a trunk-fleeye, :,,?
Gru. I confess two sleeves.
Tai. The sleeves curiously cut,
Pet. Ay, there's the villany.

Gru. Error i th’-bill, Sir, error i' th' bill: I commanded the fleeves should be cut out, and sow'd up again, and that l'll prove, apon thee, though thy little finger be armd in a thimble.

Tu. This is true that I say; an I had thee in place where, thou should't know it.

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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, Sif, in brief the gown

is not for me. Gru. You arey i' th' right, Sir, 'tiş for my mistress. Pet. Go, take it up unto thy master's use. i:

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 ;
mistress's

gown unto his master's use!
Oh, fie, fie, fie!
Pet. Hortenfio, say, thou wilt see the tailor paid.

[lide. 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 fay; commend me to thy master. [Exit Tailor.

Pet. Well, come, my Kate, we will unto your father's, Even in these honelt mean habiliments: 1,1 to

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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 laik,
Because his feathers are inore beautiful?
Or is the adder better than the eel,
Because his painted fixin contents the eye?
Oh, no, good Kate; neither art thou the woise
For this

poor

furniture and mean array ;
If thou account it it shame, fay 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 monnt, 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 ’t will be fupper-time ere you come there.

Pet. It shall be feven, ere bi go to horfen
Look, what i fpeak, or do, or think to do,
You are still crofling it; Sirs, let's 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 him not in any case.

Serv. It shall be done, my Lord; come help to bear him hence.

[They bear off Slya

SCENE IX. Before Baptista's house.
Enter Tranio, and the Pedant drrfs'd like Vincentio.
Tra. Sir, this is the house; please it you, that I call?

Ped. Ay, what else! and (but I be deceived,);
Signior Baptista may remember me

Near

Near twenty years ago in Genoa,
Where we were lodgers, at the Pegasus.
Tran 'Tis well, and hold your own in any

cafe With such 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 ; firrah, Biondello,
Now do your duty throughly, I advise you:
Imagine 'twere the right Vincentio.

Bion. Tut, fear not me.
Tra. But halt thou done thy errand to Baptista?

Bion. I told hiin, that your father was in Venice;
And that you look'd for him this day in Padua.

Tra. Th'art a tall fellow, hold thee that to drink? Here comes Baptista; fet

your countenance, Sir. SCENE X. Enter Baptista and Lucentio. Tra. Sigrior Baptista, you are happily met. Sir, this is the gentleman I told you of; ; 1 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 fome debts, my fon 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 the to him ; to stay him not too long,
I am content in a good father's care
To have him. match'd; and if you please to likes
No worse than I, Sir, upon some

agreement,
Me tell you find most ready and most willing
Withione consent to have her so bestowed ::
For curious I cannot be with you,
Signior Baptista,.of whom. I hear so well.

Bap. Sir, pardon me in what I have to fay:
Your plainnefs and your shortness pleafe me well.
Right true it is, your fon Lucentio here
Doth love my daughter, and she loveth him,

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Or both difsemble 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 fufficient dowry,
The match is made, and all is done,
Your son shall have my daughter with consent.
Tra. I thank you, Sir. Where then do you

know best, Be we affied; and such assurance ta’en, As shall with either part's agreement land?

Bap. Not in my house, Lucentio; for, you know,
Pitchers have ears, and I have many servants;
Besides, old Gremio is heark’ning till;
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 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
You're like to have a thin and slender pittance.

Bap. It likes me well. Go, Cambio, hie you home,
And bid Bianca make her ready ftraight;
And if you will, tell what hath happen'd here:
Lucentio's father is arriv'd in Padua,
And how she's like to be Lucentio's wife.
Luc. I pray the gods the may, with all my heart !

[Exit. Tra. Dally not with the gods, but get thee gone. Signior Baptista, shall I lead the way? Welcome! one mess is like to be

your

cheer. Come, Sir, we will better it in Pisa. Bap. l'll follow you.

[Exeunt.

SCENE XI.

Enter Lucentio and Biondello.

Bion. Cambio.
Luc. What say'st thou, Biondello?
Bion. You saw my mafter wink and laugh upon you.
Luc. Biondello, what of that?

Bion. 'Faith, nothing; but h’as left me here behind to expound the meaning or moral of his signs and tokens. Luc. I pray thee, moralize them.

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