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,
According to the fashion of the time.
Pet. Marry, and did: but if you
I did not bid you mar it to the time.
Go, hop me over every kennel home,
For you fhall hop without my cuftom, Sir
I'll none of it; hence, make your best of it.
Cath. I never faw a better-fafhion'd gown,
More quaint, more pleafing, nor more commendable:
Belike you mean to make a puppet of me.

Pet. Why, true, he means to make a puppet of thee..
Tai. She fays, your Worship means to make a pup-
Pet. O moft monftrous arrogance!
[pet of her.

Thou lyeft, thou thread, thou thimble,

Thou yard, three-quarters, half-yard, quarter, nail,
Thou flea, thou nit, thou winter-cricket, thou!
Brav'd in mine own houfe with a fkein of thread.
Away, thou rag, thou quantity, thou remnant;
Or I fhall fo be-mete thee with thy yard,

As thou fhalt think on prating whilft thou liv'ft.
I tell thee, I, that thou haft marr'd her gown.
Tai. Your Worship is deceiv'd, the gown is made
- Juft as my mafter had direction.

Grumio gave order how it fhould be done.

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

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.
Pet. Read it.

Gru. The note lyes in's throat, if he fay I faid fo.
Tai. Imprimis, a loofe-bodied gown.

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.
Tai. The fleeves curiously cut.

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.

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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 :
Our purses shall be proud, our garments poor :
For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich;
And as the fun breaks through the darkest clouds,
So honour peereth in the meanest habit.
What, is the jay more precious than the lark,
Because his feathers are more beautiful?
Or is the adder better than the eel,
Because his painted skin contents the eye?
Oh, no, good Kate; neither art thou the worse
For this poor furniture and mean array ;
If thou account'ft it shame, lay it on me;
And therefore frolic; we will hence forthwith,
To feaft and sport us at thy father's house.
Go call my men, and let us ftraight to him,
And bring our horfes unto Long-lane end,
There will we mount, and thither walk on foot.
Let's fee, I think, 'tis now fome feven o'clock,
And well we may come there by dinner-time.

Gath. I dare affure you, Sir, 'tis almoft two;
And 'twill be fupper-time ere you come there.
Pet. It fhall be seven, ere I go to horse.
Look, what I fpeak, or do, or think to do,
You are ftill croffing it; Sirs, let's alone,
I will not go to-day; and ere I do,

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
own apparel again. But fee you wake him not in any cafe.
Serv. It all be done, my Lord; come help to bear
him hence.
[They bear off Sly.

SCENE IX. Before Baptifta's house.
Enter Tranio, and the Pedant drefs'd like Vincentio.
Tra. Sir, this is the houfe; 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,

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.
Tra. Signior Baptifta, you are happily met.
Sir, this is the gentleman I told you of;
I pray you ftand, good father, to me now,
Give me Bianca for my patrimony.

Ped. Soft, fon, 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 ftay him not too long,
I am content in a good father's care

To have him match'd; and if you please to like
No worse than I, Sir, upon fome agreement,
Me fhall you find moft ready and moft willing
With one confent to have her fo bestowed:
For curious I cannot be with you,

Signior Baptifta, of whom I hear fo well.

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

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Or both diffemble deeply their affections;
And therefore, if you fay no more than this,
That like a father you will deal with him,
And pafs my daughter a fufficient dowry,
The match is made, and all is done,

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:
Lucentio's father is arriv'd in Padua,

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.
Luc. Biondello, what of that?

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,