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Beggars, that come unto my father's door,
Gru. What say you to a neat's foot ?
Gru. I fear, it is too flegmatick a meat:
Cath. I like it well; good Grumio, fetch it me.
Gru. I cannot tell ;-I fear, it's cholerick :
Cath. A dish, that I do love to feed upon.
Cath. Then both, or one, or any thing thou wilt.
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Pet. Pluck up thy spirits ; look cheerfully upon me; Here, love, thou seest how diligent I am, To dress thy meat myself, and bring it thee : I'm sure, sweet Kate, this kindness merits thanks. What, not a word ? nay then, thou lov'st it not ; And all my pains is sorted to no proof. ? Here, take away the dish.
Cath. I pray you let it stand.
Pet. The poorest service is repaid with thanks, And so shall mine, before you touch the meat.
Cath. I thank you, Sir.
Hor. Signior Petruchio, fy, you are to blame: Come, miitress Kate, I'll bear you company. Pet. Eat it up all, Hortenfo, if thou lovest me ;
[ Aside. 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 filken coats, and caps, and golden rings, With ruffs, and cuffs, and * fardingals, and things : With scarfs, and fans, and double change of brav'ry, With amber bracelets, beads, and all this knav'ry. What, hast thou din'd ? the taylor stays thy leisure, To deck thy body with his rustling treasure. 7 And all my pains is forted to Though things is a poor word,
no froof. ] And all my la- yet I have no better, and perbour has ended in nothing, or haps the authour had not another proved nothing We tried an that would rhyme. I once thought experiment, but it sorted net. to transpose the words rings and
Bacon. things, but it would make little - fardingals, and things :) improvement.
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Hab. Here is the cap your worship did bespeak.
Pet. Why, this was moulded on a porringer,
Cath. I'll have no bigger, this doth fit the time; And gentlewomen wear such caps as these.
Pet. When you are gentle, you shall have one too, And not 'till then.
Hor. That will not be in haste.
Catb. 8 Why, Sir, I trust, 1 may have leave to speak,
Pet. Why, thou say'st true, it is a paltry cap.
Cath. Love me, or love me not, I like the cap;
Pet. Thy gown? why, ay.--Come, taylor, let us fee't. & Why, Sir, I trull, I may no more of the Shrew: When have leave to speak, &c.] Shake on her being crossed, in the arIpear has here copied nature with ticle of fashion and finery, the great skill. Petruchio, by fright. most inveterate folly of the sex, ening, starving and overwatch- the flies out again, though for ing his wife, had tamed her in- the last time, into all the intemto gentleness and submission. perate rage of her nature. And the audience expects to hear
O mercy, heav'n, what masking stuff is here?
[ Afide. Tay. You bid me make it orderly and well, According to the fashion of the time.
Pet. Marry, and did: but if you be remembred, I did not bid you mar it to the time. Go, hop me over every kennel home, For you shall hop without my custom, Sir : l'll none of it; hence, make your best of it.
Cath. I never saw 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. Tay. She says, your Worship means to make a pup
pet of her.
Pet. Oh most monstrous arrogance! Thou lyest, 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 house with a skein of thread Away, thou rag, thou quantity, thou remnant, Or I shall so be-mete thee with thy yard, As thou shalt think on prating whilft thou liv'ft: I tell thee, I, that thou hast marr'd her gown.
Tay. Your Worship is deceiv'd, the gown is made Just as my master had direction. Grumio gave order how it should be done.
Cenfers, in barbers shops, interstices. are now disused, but they may + The taylor's trade having easily be imagined to have been an appearance of effeminacy, has vessels which, for the emission always been, among the rugged of the smoke, were cut with English, liable to farcasms and great number and varieties of contempt.
Tay. I have.
Gru. I gave him no order, I gave him the stuff.
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 Jieft.
T'ay. Why, here is the note of the fashion to testify.
Gru. Maiter, if ever I said loose-bodied gown, fow 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'th'bill, Sir, error i'th' bill: I commanded, the sleeves should be cut out, and sow'd up again ; and that I'll prove upon thee, tho' thy little finger be armed in a thimble.
Try. This is true, that I say; an I had thee in place where, thou shou’dst know it.
Gru. I am for thee straight: take thou the bill, give nie thy meet-yard, and spare not me. Hor. God-a-mercy, Giumio, then he shall have no
odds. Pet. Well, Sir, in brief the gown is not for me. Gru. You are i'th' right, Sir, 'tis for my mistress. Pet. Go take it up unto thy master's use.