Or else my heart concealing it will breake,
And rather then it fhall, I will be free,
Euen to the vttermoft as I please in words.
Pet. Why thou faieft true, it is a paltrie cap,
A custard coffen, a bauble, a filken pie,

I loue thee well in that thou lik'ft it not.

Kate. Loue me, or loue me not, I like the сар, And it I will haue, or I will haue none.

Pet. Thy gowne why I come tailor let vs fee't. Oh mercie god, what mafking ftuffe is heere? Whats this? a fleeue? 'tis like a demi-cannon, What, vp and downe caru'd like an apple tart? Heers fnip, and nip, and cut, and flish and slash, Like to a cenfor in a barbers fhoppe:

Why what a deuils name a tailor cal'ft thou this?

Hor. I fee fhees like to haue neither cap nor gowne. Tail. You bid me make it orderlie and well, According to the fashion, and the time.

Pet. Marrie and did: but if you be remembred,

I did not bid you marre it to the time.

Goe hop me ouer euery kennell home,
For you fhall hop without my cuftome fir:
Ile none of it; hence, make your best of it.
Kate. I neuer faw a better fafhion'd gowne,
More queint, more pleafing, nor more commendable:
Belike you meane to make a puppet of me.

Pet. Why true, he meanes to make a puppet of thee.
Tail. She faies your worship meancs to make a puppet of her.
Pet. Oh monftrous arrogance:

Thou lyeft, thou thred, thou thimble,

Thou yard three quarters, halfe yard, quarter, naile,
Thou flea, thou nit, thou winter cricket thou:
Brau'd in mine owne houfe with a fkeine of thred:

Away

Away thou ragge, thou quantitie, thou remnant,
Or I fhall fo be-mete thee with thy yard,

As thou shalt thinke on prating whil'ft thou liu'ft:
I tell thee I, that thou haft marr'd her gowne.

Tail. Your worship is deceiu'd, the gowne is made
Iuft as my mafter had direction:

Grumio gave order how it fhould be done.

Gru. I gaue him no order, I gaue him the ftuffe.
Tail. But how did you desire it should be made?
Gru. Marrie fir with needle and thred.

Tail. But did you not request to haue it cut?
Gru. Thou haft fac'd many things.

Tail. I haue.

Gru. Face not mee: thou haft brau'd many men, braue not me; I will neither bee fac'd nor brau'd. I fay vnto thee, I bid thy master cut out the gowne, but I did not bid him cut it to pieces; ergo thou lieft.

Tail. Why heere is the note of the fashion to teftifie.
Pet. Read it.

Gru. The note lies in's throate if he fay I faid fo.

Tail. Inprimis a loose bodied gowne.

Gru. Master, if euer I faid loose-bodied gowne, fow me in

the skirts of it, and beate me to death with a bottome of browne thred: I faid a gowne.

Pet. Proceede.

Tail. With a small compast cape.

Gru. I confeffe the cape.

Tail. With a trunke fleeue.

Gru. I confeffe two fleeues.

Tail. The fleeues curiously cut.
Pet. I there's the villainie.

Gru. Error i'th bill fir, fleeues fhould be cut out,

error i'th bill? I commanded the and fow'd vp againe, and that Ile F 2

proue

proue vpon thee, though thy little finger be armed in a thimble.

Tail. This is true that I fay, and I had thee in place where, thou fhouldft know it.

Gru. I am for thee ftraight: take thou the bill, giue me thy meate-yard, and sparc not me.

Hor. God-a-mercy Grumio, then he fhall haue no oddes.
Pet. Well fir in breefe the gowne is not for me.
Gru. You are i'th right fir, 'tis for my miftris.

Pet. Go take it vp vnto thy mafters vse.

Gru. Villaine, not for thy life: take vp my miftreffe gowne for thy mafters vfe.

Pet. Why fir what's your conceit in that?

Gru. Oh fir, the conceit is deeper then you thinke for: Take vp my miftris gowne to his masters vie.

Oh fie, fie, fie.

Pet. Hortenfio, fay thou wilt see the tailor paide. Go take it hence, be gone, and fay no more.

Hor. Tailor, Ile pay thee for thy gowne to morrow, Take no vnkindneffe of his haftie words:

Away I fay, commend me to thy master.

Exit. Tail.

Pet. Well come my Kate, we will vnto your fathers,
Euen in these honest meane habiliments :

Our purfes fhall be proud, our garments poore:
For 'tis the minde that makes the bodie rich.

And as the funne breakes through the darkeft clouds,
So honor peereth in the meanest habit.

What is the iay more precious then the larke?
Because his feathers are more beautifull.

Or is the adder better then the eele,
Because his painted fkin contents the eye.
Oh no Kate: neither art thou the worfe
For this poore furniture, and meane array.

If thou accountedft it fhame, lay it on me,
And therefore frolike, we will hence forthwith,
To feast and sport vs at thy fathers house,
Go call my men, and let vs straight to him,
And bring our horfes vnto Long-lane end,
There will we mount, and thither walke on foote,
Let's fee, I thinke 'tis now fome feuen a clocke,
And well may we come there by dinner time.
Kate. I dare affure you fir, 'tis almost two,
And 'twill be fupper time ere you come there.
Pet. It shall be feuen ere I go to horse :
Eooke what I fpeake, or do, or thinke to doe,
You are still croffing it, firs let 't alone,
I will not goe to day, and ere I doe,

It shall be what a clock I fay it is.

Hor. Why fo this gallant will command the funne.

Enter Tranio, and the Pedant dreft like Vincentio. Tra. Sirs, this is the house, please it you that I call. Ped. I what elfe, and but I be deceiued,

Signior Baptifta may remember me

Neere twentie yeares agoe in Genoa.

Tra. Where wee were lodgers, at the Pegafus, 'Tis well, and hold your owne in any cafe

With fuch aufteritie as longeth to a father.

Enter Biondello.

Ped. I warrant you: but fir here comes your boy,

'Twere good he weere school'd.

Tra. Feare you not him: firra Biondello,

Now doe your dutie throughlie I aduife you :

Imagine 'twere the right Vincentio.

Bion. Tut, feare not me.

Tra But haft thou done thy errand to Baptifta.
Bion. I told him that your father was at Venice,
And that you look't for him this day in Padua.

Tra. Th'art a tall fellow, hold thee that to drinke,
Heere comes Baptifta: fet your countenance fir.

Enter Baptifta and Lucentio: Pedant booted and bare headed.
Tra. Signior Baptifta you are happilie met:

Sir, this is the gentleman I told you of,

I pray you ftand good father to me now,
Giue me Bianca for my patrimony,

:

Ped. Soft fon fir by your leaue, hauing come to Padua
To gather in fome debts, my fon Lucentio
Made me acquainted with a waightie caufe
Of loue betweene your daughter and himselfe:
And for the good report I heare of you,
And for the loue he beareth to your daughter,
And fhee to him: to ftay him not too long,
I am content in a good fathers care.

To haue him matcht, and if you please to like
No worse then I vpon fome agreement

Me fhall you finde readie and willing
With one confent to haue her so bestowed:
For curious I cannot be with you

Signior Baptifta, of whom I heare so well.

Bap. Sir, pardon me in what I haue to fay,
Your plainneffe and your fhortneffe please me well
Right true it is your fon Lucentio here
Doth loue my daughter, and fhe loueth him.
Or both diffemble deepely their affections:
And therefore if you fay no more then this,
That like a father you will deale with him,
And paffe my daughter a fufficient dower,

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