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ACT V. SCENE I.

Petruchio's Country-house.

Enter Catharina, and Grumio.

GRUMIO.

O, no, forfooth, I dare not for my life.

Cath. The more my wrong, the more his fpite appears :

What, did he marry me to famish me?
Beggars that come unto my father's door,
Upon entreaty, have a prefent alms;
If not, elsewhere they meet with charity:
But I, who never knew how to entreat,
Nor never needed that I should entreat,
Am ftarv'd for meat, giddy for lack of fleep;
With oaths kept waking, and with brawling fed;
And that which spites me more than all these wants,
He does it under name of perfect love:

As who would fay, if I should sleep, or eat,
'Twere deadly fickness, or else present death.
I pr'ythee, go, and get me fome repast;
I care not what, fo it be wholefome food.

Gru. What say you to a neat's foot?

Cath. 'Tis paffing good; I pr'ythee, let me have it.
Gru. I fear, it is too phlegmatick a meat:

How fay you to a fat tripe finely broil'd?

Cath. I like it well; good Grumio, fetch it me.
Gru. I cannot tell; I fear, it's cholerick:

What say you to a piece of beef and mustard?
Cath. A difh that I do love to feed upon.
Gru. Ay, but the muftard is too hot a little.

Cath. Why, then the beef, and let the mustard rest.

Gru.

Gru. Nay then, I will not; you shall have the mustard,
Or else you get no beef of Grumio.

Cath. Then both, or one, or any thing thou wilt.
Gru. Why, then the mustard e'en without the beef.

Cath. Go, get thee gone, thou falfe deluding flave, [beats him. That feed'ft 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.

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Enter Petruchio and Hortenfio with meat.

Pet. How fares my Kate? what, fweeting, all amort?
Hor. Miftrefs, what cheer?

Cath. 'Faith, as cold as can be.

Pet. Pluck up thy fpirits; look cheerfully upon me; Here, love, thou feeft how diligent I am,

To dress thy meat myself, and bring it thee:

I'm fure, fweet Kate, this kindness merits thanks.
What, not a word? nay then, thou lov'ft it not:
And all my pains is forted to no proof.
Here, take away the dish.

Cath. Pray, let it stand.

Pet. The pooreft service is repay'd with thanks,
And fo fhall mine before you touch the meat.
Cath. I thank you, fir.

Hor. Signior Petruchio, fie! you are to blame :
Come, mistress Kate, I'll bear you company.

Pet. Eat it up all, Hortenfio, if thou lovest me.—

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,

[afide.

With filken coats, and caps, and golden rings,

With ruffs, and cuffs, and farthingales, and things:
With scarfs, and fans, and double change of brav'ry,
With amber bracelets, beads, and all this knav'ry.
What, haft thou din'd? the tailor ftays thy leifure,
To deck thy body with his rustling treasure.

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Lay forth the gown. What news with you, fir? ha!
Hab. Here is the cap your worship did bespeak.
Pet. Why, this was moulded on a porringer,
A velvet dish; fie, fie! 'tis lewd and filthy:
Why, 'tis a cockle, or a walnut-shell,

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A knack, a toy, a trick, a baby's cap.
Away with it, come, let me have a bigger.

Cath. I'll have no bigger, this doth fit the time,

And gentlewomen wear fuch caps as these.

Pet. When you are gentle, you shall have one too, And not till then.

Hor. That will not be in hafte.

Cath. Why, fir, I truft, I may have leave to speak ;
And fpeak I will: I am no child, no babe;
Your betters have endur'd me fay my mind;
And, if you cannot, beft you ftop your ears.
My tongue will tell the anger of my heart,
Or elfe my heart, concealing it, will break:
And, rather than it fhall, I will be free
Even to the utmost, as I please, in words.

Pet. Why, thou fay'ft true, it is a paltry cap,
A custard coffin, a bauble, a filken pie;
I love thee well, in that thou lik'ft it not.

Cath. Love me, or love me not, I like the cap;

[afide.

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And I will have it, or I will have none.

Pet. Thy gown? why, ay; come, tailor, let us see't.
O, mercy, heav'n! what masking stuff 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 censer in a barber's shop:

Why, what o'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,
According to the fashion of the time.

Pet. Marry, and did: but, if you be remember'd,
I did not bid you mar it to the time.

Go, hop me over every kennel home,

For you shall hop without my custom, fir:
I'll none of it; hence, make your best of it.
Cath. I never faw a better fashion'd gown,

More quaint, more pleasing, nor more commendable:
Belike, you mean to make a puppet of me.

Pet. Why, true; he means to make a puppet of thee.

[afide.

Tai. She fays, your worship means to make a puppet of her.
Pet. O monftrous arrogance!

Thou lieft, thou thread, thou thimble thou! thou lieft,
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 shalt think on prating whilst thou liv'ft!
I tell thee, I, that thou haft marr'd her gown.

Tai. Your worship is deceiv'd, the gown is made
Just as my master had direction:

Grumio gave order how it fhould be done.

Gru. I gave him no order, I gave him the stuff.
Tai. But how did you desire it should be made?
Gru. Marry, fir, with needle and thread.

Tai. But did you not request to have it cut?

Gru. Thou haft fac'd many things.

Tai. I have.

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 master cut out the gown; but I did not bid him cut it to pieces: ergo, thou lieft.

Tai. Why, here is the note of the fashion to testify.
Pet. Read it.

Gru. The note lies in's throat, if he say I said so.

Tai. Imprimis, a loofe-bodied gown.

Gru. Master, if ever I faid, loose-bodied gown, few 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. Errour i'th' bill, fir, errour i'th' bill: I commanded the sleeves should be cut out, and few'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 fhould't know it.

Gru. I am for thee ftraight: take thou the bill, give me thy meteyard, and spare me not.

Hor. God-amercy, Grumio, then he shall have no odds.
Pet. Well, fir, in brief, the gown is not for me.

Gru. You are i'th' right, fir; 'tis for my mistress.

Pet. Go, take it up unto thy master's use.

Gru. Villain, not for thy life': take up my mistress's gown for thy master's use!

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

Gru. O, fir, the conceit is deeper than you think for:

VOL. II.

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