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Kath. Go, get thee gone, thou false deluding Nave,
[Beats him. That feed’It 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 and Hortenfio, with meat. Pet. How fares my Kate? What sweeting all amort? Hor. Mistress, what cheer? Kath. 'Faith, as cold as can be.
Pet. Pluck up thy spirits, look chearfully upon me. Here, love ; thou see'st how diligent I am, To dress thy meat myself, and bring it thee : I am sure, sweet Kate, this kindness merits thanks. What, not a word ? Nay then, thou lov'st it not ; And all my pains fis forced to no proof: Here, take away this dish.
Kath. I 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, fye! you are to blame : Come, mistress Kate, I'll bear you company. .
Pet. Eat it up all, Hortensio, if thou lov'st me.--[Aide. Much good do it unto thy gentle heart ! Kate, eat apace:-And now, my honey love, Will we return unto thy father's house; And revel it as bravely as the best, With silken coats, and caps, and golden rings, With ruffs, and cuffs, and fardingals, 6 and things ;
• all amort ?]-in the dumps.
With scarfs, and fans, and double change of bravery,
Hab. Here is the cap your worship did bespeak.
Pet. Why, this was moulded on a porringer;
Kath. I'll have no bigger; this “ doth fit the time,
Pet. Why, thou say'st true; it is a paltry cap,
h doth fit the time, ]-is in fashion.
Kath. Kath. Love me, or love me not, I like the cap ; And it I will have, or I will have none.
Pet. Thy gown? why, ay :-Come, taylor, let us fee't. O mercy, God! what masking stuff is here? What's this ? a Neeve? 'tis like a demi-cannon : What ! up and down, carv'd like an apple-tart ?'. Here's snip, and nip, and cut, and Nish, and Nash, Like to a censer in a barber's shop:Why, what, o' devil's name, taylor, call'st thou this? Hor. I see, she's like to have neither cap nor gown.
[Afde. Tay. You bid me make it orderly and well, According to the fashion and the time.
Pet. Marry, and did ; but if you be remembred,
Kath. I never saw a better fashion'd gown,
Pet. Why, true; he means to make a puppet of thee.
Tay. She says, your worship means to make a puppet of her.
Pet. Oh monstrous arrogance !
* be-mete thee)-belabour.
I tell thee, I, that thou hast marr'd her gown.
Tay. Your worship is deceiv'd; the gown is made
Gru. I gave him no order, I gave him the stuff. Tay. But how did you desire it should be made ? Gru. Marry, sir, with needle and thread. Tay. But did you not request to have it cut ? Gru, Thou hast 'fac'd many things. Tay. I have. Gru. Face not me: thou hast * brav'd many men; brave not me; I will neither be fac'd, nor brav’d. I say unto thee,--I bid thy master cut out the gown; but I did not bid him cut it to pieces : ergo, thou lieft.
Tay. Why, here is the note of the fashion to testify.
Gru. Master, if ever I said " loose-body'd gown, sow me up in the skirts of it, and beat me to death with a . bottom of brown thread : I said, a gown.
Gru. Error i the bill, fir ; error i? the bill. I commanded the Neeves should be cut out, and fow'd up again ;
fac’d]-turn'd up with facings—and out faced. 'm" brav'd)---made fine-and bully'd, dunn'd. n looje-body'd gown,)--the dress of harlots-loose-body's gown. o compass'd ]-round.
and that I'll prove upon thee, though thy little finger be armed in a thimble. · Tay. This is true, that I say; an I had thee in place where, thou shou'dít know it.
Gru, I am for thee straight : take thou P the bill, give me thy 'mete-yard, and spare not me. Hor. God-a-mercy, Grumio! then he lhall have no
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. Oh, sir, the conceit is deeper than you think for; Take up my mistress' gown unto his master's use ! Oh, fye, fye, fye! Pet. Hortensio, say thou wilt see the taylor paid :
[Aide. Go take it hence; be gone, and say no more.
Hor. Taylor, I'll pay thee for thy gown to-morrow. Take no unkindness of his hasty words: Away, I say; commend me to thy master. [Exit Taylor.
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, 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,
P the bill,]-weapon--and taylor's bill. 9 mete-yard ]-measuring yard.