Cath. Why then the beef, and let the mustard rest. Grum. Nay, that I will not, you shall have the mustard, Or else you get no beef of Grumio.

Catb. Then both, or one, or any thing thou wilt,
Grum. Why then, the mustard, dame, without the beef.
Catb. Go, get thee gone, thou false deluding slave,

That feed'st me only with the name of meat ⚫
Sorrow on thee, and all the pack of you,
That triumph thus upon my misery,

Go, get thee gone, I say.

Pet. How fares

Enter PETRUCHIO.

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Kate?

[Beats bim

What, sweeting, all amort? Mistress, what cheer?
Catb. 'Faith as cold as can be.

Pet. Pluck up thy spirits, look chearful upon me.
For now my honey-love we are refresh'd-

Catb. Refresh'd! with what?

Pet. We will return unto thy father's house,
And revel as bravely as the best,

With silken coats, and caps, and golden rings,
With ruffs, and cuffs, and fardingals, and things:
With scarfs, and fans, and double change of brav'ry,
Now thou hast eat, the taylor stays thy leisure,
To deck thy body with his rustling treasure.

Enter Taylor.

Come, taylor, let us see these ornaments.

Enter Haberdasher.

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

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

Catb. 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.

Catb. Why, Sir; I trust I may have leave to speak,

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And speak I will; I am no child, no babe;
Your betters have endur'd me to say my mind;
And if you cannot, best you stop your ears;
My tongue will tell the anger of my heart,
Or else my heart concealing it, will break:
And rather than it shall, I will be free,
Ev'n to the utmost as I please in words.

Pet. Thou say'st true, Kate; it is a paultry cap,
A custard coffin, bauble silken pie.

I love thee well, in that thou lik'st it not.

Cath. Love me, or love me not, I like the cap; And I will have it, or I will have none.

Pet. Thy gown? why aye; come, taylor, let me see t.
O mercy, heav'n! what masking stuff is here?
What's this, a sleeve? 'Tis like a demi-canon;
What up and down, carv'd like an apple-tart!
Here's snip, and nip, and cut, and slish, and slash,
Like a censer in a barber's shop,

Why, what the devil's name, taylor, call'st thou this?
Grum. I see she's like to've neither cap nor gown.
Tay. You bid me make it orderly and well,
According to the fashion of the time.

Pet. Mary and did: but if you be remember'd,

I did not bid you marr it to the time.

Go, hop me over every kennel home;

For you shall hop without my custom, Sir;
I'll none of it; herce, make your best of it.

Cath. I never saw a better fashioned 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 puppet 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 shall think on prating whilst thou liv'st;
I tell thee, I, that thou hast marr'd the gown.

Tay. Your worship is deceiv'd, the gown is made just as

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my master had direction; Grumio gave orders how it should
be done.

Grum. I gave him no order, I gave him the stuff.
Tay. But how did you desire it should be made?
Grum. Marry, Si, with a needle and thread.
Tay. But did you not request to have it cut!

Grum. Tho' thou hast fac'd many things face not me; I say unto thee, I bid thy master cut the gown, but I did not bid him cut it to pieces. Ergo, thou liest.

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

Tay. Imprimis, a loose-bodied gown.

Grum. Master, if ever I said a loose-bodied gown, sew me up in the skirts of it, and beat me to death with a bottom of brown thread: I said a gown.

Pet. Proceed.

Tay. With a small compass cape.
Grum. I confess the cape.

Fay. With a trunk sleeve.
Grum. I confess two sleeves.
Tay. The sleeves curiously cut.
Pet. Ay, there's the villainy.

Grum. 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 arm'd in a thimble.

Tay. This is true that I say; an' I had thee in a place thou should'st know it.

Grum. I am for thee, straight: come on you parchment shred! [They fight. Pet. What, chickens sparr in presence of the kite! I'll swoop upon you both: out, out, ye vermin.

[Beats 'em off. Cath. For heav'n's sake, Sir, have patience! how you fright me !

[Cryng. 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 cloud,
So honour peereth in the meanest habit.
What is, the jay more precious than the lark,
Because feathers are more beautiful?

Or is the adder better than the eel,

Because his painted skin contents the eye?
Oh no, good Kate; neither art thou the worse
For this poor furniture, and mean array.
If thou accounts't it shame, lay it on me;
And therefore; frolic we will hence, forthwith,
To feast and sport us at thy father's house :
Go call my men, and bring our horses out.
Catb. O happy hearing! Let us strait be gone;
I cannot tarry here another day.

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Pet. Cannot, my Kate! O fie! indeed you
Besides, on second thoughts, 'tis now too late ;
For, look, how bright and goodly shines the moon.
Cath. the moon! the sun; it is not moon-light now.
Pet. I say it is the moon that shines so bright.
Cath. I say it is the sun that shines so bright.
Pet. Now, by my mother's son, and that's myself;
It shall be moon, or star; or what a list,

Or e'er 1 journey to your father's house :
Go on and fetch our horses back again :

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Evermore crost, and crost; nothing but crost!
Grum. Say as he says, or we shall never go.
Catb. I see 'tis vain to struggle with bonds;
So be it moon, or sun, or what you please;
And if you please to call it a rush candle,
Henceforth 1 vow, it shall be so for me.
Pet. I say it is the moon.

Cath. I know it is the moon.

Pet. Nay, then you lie; it is the blessed sun.
Catb. Just as you please, it is the blessed sun;

But sun it is not, when you say it is not;
And the moon changes, even as your mind;
What you will have it nam'd, even that it is,

And so it shall be for your Catbarine.

Pet. Well, forward, forward, thus the bowl shall run,
And not unluckily, sgainst the biass:

But soft, some company is coming here,
And stops our journey.

Enter BAPTISTA, HORTENSIO, and BIANCA.
Good-morrow, gentle mistress, where away?
Tell me, sweet Kate, and tell me truly too
Hast thou beheld a fresher gentlewoman

Such

Such war of white and red within her cheeks!
What stars do spangle heav'n with such beauty,
As those two eyes become that heav'nly face?
Fair lovely maid once more good day to thee;
Sweet Kate, embrace her for her beauty's sake.
Bapt. What's all this?

Cath. Young budding virgin, fair, and fresh, and sweet, Whither away, or where is thy abode ?

Happy the parents of so fair a child;

Happier the man whom favourable stars
Allot thee, for his lovely bed-fellow.
Bian. What mummery is this?

Pet. Why, how now, Kate; I hope thou art not mad ! This is Baptista, our old reverent father;

And not a maiden, as thou say'st he is.

Catb. Pardon, dear father, my mistaken eyes,
That have been so bedazled with the sun,
That every thing I look on seemeth green;
Now I perceive thou art my reverent father;
Pardon, I pray thee, for my mad mistaking.

[kneels.

Bapt. Rise, rise, my child; what strange vigary's this?
I came to see thee with my son and daughter.
How lik'st thou wedlock? Ar't not alter'd, Kate?
Cath. Indeed I am. I am transform'd to stone.
Pet. Chang'd for the better much; ar't not my Kate?
Cath. So good a master, cannot chuse to mend me.
Hort. Here is a wonder, if you talk of wonders.
Bapt. And so it is; I wonder what it bodes?
Pet. Marry, peace it bodes, and love, and life,
And awful rule, and right supremacy;

And to be short, what not, that's sweet and happy.
Bian. Was ever woman's spirit broke so soon!
What is the matter, Kate? hold up thy head,
Nor lose our sex's best prerogative,

To wish and have our will.

Pet. Peace, brawler, peace,

Or I will give the meek Hortensio,

Your husband, there, my taming recipe.

Bian. Lord, never let me have a cause to sigh,

'Till I be brought to such a siily pass.

Grum. (to Bapt) Did I not promise you, Sir, my ma

ster's discipline wou'd work miracles?

Bapt. I scarce believe my eyes and ears.