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And speak I will; I am no child, no babe.
Pet. Why, thou say'st true; it is a paltry cap,
Kath. Love me, or love me not, I like the cap;
Pet. Thy gown? why, ay.-- Come, tailor, let us see't. O mercy, God! what masking stuff is here? What's this ? a sleeve! 'tis like a demi-cannon. What! up and down, carved like an apple-tart? Here's snip, and nip, and cut, and slish, and slash, Like to a censer in a barber's shop. . Why, what, o' devil's name, tailor, call'st thou this? Hor. I see she's like to have neither cap nor gown.
Aside. Tai. You bade me make it orderly and well, According to the fashion, and the time.
Pet. Marry, and did; but if you be remembered,
Kath. I never saw a better fashioned gown,
Pet. Why, true; he means to make a puppet of thee.
Tai. She says, your worship means to make a puppet of her.
Pet. O monstrous arrogance! Thou liest, thou thread,
Tai. Your worship is deceived; the gown is made
Gru. I gave him no order; I gave him the stuff.
Tai. But how did you desire it should be made ?
Gru. Face not me; thou hast braved many men, brave not me; I will neither be faced nor braved. I say unto thee, — I bid thy master cut out the gown; but I did not bid him cut it to pieces : ergo, thou liest.
Tai. Why, here is the note of the fashion to testify. Pet. Read it. Gru. The note lies in his throat, if he say I said so. Tai. Imprimis, a loose-bodied gown ; Gru. Master, if ever I said loose-bodied gown, sew me in the skirts of it, and beat me to death with a bottom of brown thread. I said, a gown.
Tai. With a trunk sleeve ; —
Tai. This is true, that I say; an I had thee in place where, thou shouldst know it.
Gru. I am for thee straight. Take thou the bill, give me thy mete-yard, and spare pot me.
Hor. God-a-mercy, Grumio! then he shall have no odds. Pet. Well, sir, in brief, the gown is not for me. Gru. You are i'the right, sir; 'tis for my mistress. Pet. Go, take it up unto thy master's use. 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. O, sir, the conceit is deeper than you think for. Take up my mistress' gown to his master's use ! O, fie, fie, fie! Pet. Hortensio, say thou wilt see the tailor paid. —
[Aside. Go, take it hence: be gone, and say no more.
Hor. Tailor, I'll pay thee for thy gown to-morrow.
Take no unkindness of his hasty words :
Pet. Well, come, my Kate; we will unto your father's,
Kath. I dare assure you, sir, 'tis almost two;
Pet. It shall be seven, ere I go to horse;
[Exeunt. SCENE IV. Padua. Before Baptista's House. Enter TRANIO, and the Pedant dressed like VINCENTIO. Tra. Sir, this is the house. Please it you that I call ?
Ped. Ay, what else? And, but I be deceived,
'Tis well; And hold your own, in any case, with such Austerity as 'longeth to a father.
Enter BIONDELLO. Ped. I warrant you. But, sir, here comes your boy, 'Twere good he were schooled.
Tra. Fear you not him. Sirrah, Biondello,
Bion. Tut! fear not me.
Bion. I told him that your father was at Venice; And that you looked for him this day in Padua.
Tra. Thou’rt a tall fellow; hold thee that to drink.
Enter BAPTISTA and LUCENTIO.
Ped. Soft, son !-
Bap. Sir, pardon me in what I have to say.-
Tra. I thank you, sir. Where then do you know best,
Bap. Not in my house, Lucentio; for you know, Pitchers have ears, and I have many servants.
Besides, old Gremio is hearkening still;
Tra. Then at my lodging, an it like you, sir.
Bap. It likes me well. — Cambio, hie you home,
Luc. I pray the gods she may, with all my heart !
Tra. Dally not with the gods, but get thee gone.
I follow you.
What say'st thou, Biondello ? Bion. You saw my master wink and laugh upon you ? Lric. Biondello, what of that?
Bion. 'Faith, nothing; but he has left me here behind, to expound the meaning or moral of his signs and tokens.
Luc. I pray thee, moralize them.
Bion. Then thus. Baptista is safe, talking with the deceiving father of a deceitful son.
Luc. And what of him?
Bion. The old priest at St. Luke's church is at your command at all hours.
Luc. And what of all this
Bion. I cannot tell; except they are busied about a counterfeit assurance. Take you assurance of her, cum privilegio ad imprimendum solum, to the church; — take the priest, clerk, and some sufficient honest witnesses: If this be not that you look for, I have no more to say, But bid Bianca farewell forever and a day. [Going.
Luc. Hear'st thou, Biondello ?
Bion. I cannot tarry. I knew a wench married in an afternoon as she went to the garden for parsley to stuff a rabbit; and so may you, sir; and so adieu, sir. My master