Tra. He is my father, Sir, and sooth to say, In countenance somewhat doth resemble you. Bion. As much as an apple doth an oyster, and all one. [Aside. Tra. To save your life in this extremity, This favour will I do you for his sake: And think it not the worst of all your fortunes, His name and credit shall you undertake, Ped. O, Sir, I do; and will repute you ever Tra. Then go with me, to make the matter good. SCENE III-A Room in PETRUCHIO'S House. Enter KATHARINA and GRUMIO. Gru. No, no; forsooth; I dare not, for my life. [Exeunt. Kath. The more my wrong, the more his spite appears: What, did he marry me to famish me? Beggars, that come unto my father's door, Upon entreaty have a present alms; If not, elsewhere they meet with charity: But I,-who never knew how to entreat, Am starved for meat, giddy for lack of sleep: With oaths kept waking, and with brawling fed: And that which spites me more than all these wants, As who should say,-if I should sleep or eat, I care not what, so it be wholesome food. Kath. 'Tis passing good, I pr'ythee let me have it. How say you to a fat tripe, finely broil'd? Kath. I like it well; good Grumio, fetch it me. What say you to a piece of beef, and mustard ? * Conveyance. Kath. A dish that I do love to feed upon. Gru. Ay, but the mustard is too hot a little. Kath. Why, then the beef, and let the mustard rest. Or else you get no beef of Grumio. Kath. Then both, or one, or anything thou wilt. Gru. Why, then, the mustard without the beef. Kath. Go, get thee gone, thou false deluding slave, [Beats him. That feed'st me with the very name of meat: Sorrow on thee, and all the pack of you, That triumph thus upon my misery! Go, get thee gone, I say. Enter PETRUCHIO with a dish of meat; and HORTENSIO. Pet. How fares my Kate? What, sweeting, all amort ?* Kath. 'Faith, as cold as can be. Pet. Pluck up thy spirits, look cheerfully upon me. Here, love; thou see'st how diligent I am, To dress thy meat myself, and bring it thee: [Sets the dish on a table. I am sure, sweet Kate, this kindness merits thanks. Kath. 'Pray you, let it stand. Pet. The poorest service is repaid with thanks; And so shall mine, before you touch the meat. Kath. I thank you, Sir. Hor. Signior Petruchio, fie! you are to blame! Come mistress Kate, I'll bear you company. Pet. Eat it up all, Hortensio, if thou lov❜st me. Much good do it unto thy gentle heart! With silken coats, and caps, and golden rings, Enter TAILOR. Come, tailor, let us see these ornaments; Enter HABERDASHER. Lay forth the gown.-What news with you, Sir? [Aside. + Finery. Pet. Why, this was moulded on a porringer? A knack, a toy, a trick, a baby's cap; Kath. 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 haste. [Aside. Kath. Why, Sir, I trust, I may have leave to speak; And speak I will; I am no child, no babe: Pet. Thy gown? why ay:-Come tailor, let us see't. What's this? a sleeve? 'tis like a demi-cannon: Why, what, o' devil's name, tailor, call'st thou this? Pet. Marry, and did; but if you be remember'd, 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. More quaint, more pleasing, nor more commendable: [Aside. Pet. Why, true; he means to make a puppet of thee. Thou thimble, Thou yard, three-quarters, half-yard, quarter, nail, Thou flea, thou nit, thou winter cricket, thou: Braved in mine own house with a skein of thread! * Raised crust. + These censers resembled our brasiers in shape. * Curious. As thou shalt think on prating whilst thou liv'st! Tai. Your worship is deceived; the gown is made Grumio gave order how it should be done. Gru. I gave him no order, I gave him the stuff Tai. I have. Gru. Face not me: thou hast braved+ many men; brave not me; I will neither be faced nor braved. I say unto thee,-I bid thy master cut out the gown; but I did not bid him cut it to pieces: ergo, thou liest. Tai. Why, here is the note of the fashion to testify. Gru. The note lies in his throat, if he say I said so. Tai. 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. With a small compassed cape; Gru. I confess the cape. Tai. With a trunk sleeve ;--- Pet. Ay, there's the villany. Gru. Error i' the bill, Sir; error i' the bill. I commanded the sleeves should be cut out, and sewed up again; and that I'll prove upon thee, though thy little finger be armed in a thimble. Tai. This is true, that I say; an I had thee in place where thou shouldst know it. Gru. I am for thee straight: take thou the bill, and 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 ' 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! 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. Hortensio, say thou wilt see the tailor paid:- Hor. Tailor, I'll pay thee for thy gown to-morrow. *Put facings to. [Aside. [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, Because his painted skin contents the eye? Kath. I dare assure you, Sir, 'tis almost two; It shall be what o'clock I say it is. Hor. Why, so! this gallant will command the sun. [Exeunt. SCENE IV.-Padua. Before BAPTISTA's house. Enter TRANIO, and the PEDANT dressed like VINCENTIO. Tra. Sir, this is the house; Please it you, that I call? 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. 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 you; Imagine 'twere the right Vincentio. Bion. Tut! fear not me. Tra. But hast thou done thy errand to Baptista ? |