Pet. Eate it vp all Hortenfio, if thou louest mee:
Much good do it vnto thy gentle heart :

Kate eate apace; and now my honie loue,
Will we return vnto thy fathers house,
And reuell it as brauely as the best,

With filken coats and caps, and golden rings,

With ruffes and cuffes, and fardingales, and thinges :
With scarfes and fannes, and double change of brau'ry,
With amber bracelets, beads, and all this knau'ry.
What haft thou din'd? The tailor ftayes thy leafure,
To deck thy bodie with his ruffling treasure,

Enter Tailor.

Come tailor, let vs see these ornaments

Enter Haberdafber.

Lay forth the gowne. What newes with you fir?
Fel. Heere is the cap your worship did bespeake.
Pet. Why this was moulded on a porrenger,
A veluet dish: fie, fie, 'tis lewd and filthy,
Why 'tis a cockle or a wallnut-shell,

A knack, a toy, a tricke, a babies cap :
Away with it come let me haue a bigger.

Kate Ile haue no bigger, this doth fit the time,
And gentlewomen weare fuch caps as thefe.

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

Hor. That will not be in haft.

Kate. Why fir I trust I may haue leaue to speak
And fpeake I will. I am no childe, no babe,
Your betters haue indur'd me fay my minde
And if you cannot, beft you ftop your eares,
My tongue will tell the anger of my heart,
VOL. II.

F

Or

Or elfe my heart concealing it will breake,
And rather then it fhall, I will be free,
Euen to the vttermoft as I please in words.
Pet. Why thou faieft true, it is a paltrie cap,
A custard coffen, a bauble, a filken pie,

I loue thee well in that thou lik'ft it not.

Kate. Loue me, or loue me not, I like the cap, And it I will haue, or I will haue none.

Pet. Thy gowne why I come tailor let vs fee't. Oh mercie god, what mafking ftuffe is heere? Whats this? a fleeue? 'tis like a demi-cannon, What, vp and downe caru'd like an apple tart? Heers fnip, and nip, and cut, and slish and slash, Like to a cenfor in a barbers fhoppe :

Why what a deuils name a tailor cal'ft thou this?

Hor. I fee fhees like to haue neither cap nor gowne. Tail. You bid me make it orderlie and well, According to the fashion, and the time.

Pet. Marrie and did: but if you be remembred,

I did not bid you marre it to the time.

Goe hop me ouer euery kennell home,
For you shall hop without my custome fir:
Ile none of it; hence, make your best of it.
Kate. I neuer faw a better fafhion'd gowne,

More queint, more pleafing, nor more commendable:
Belike you meane to make a puppet of me.

Pet. Why true, he meanes to make a puppet of thee.
Tail. She faies your worfhip meanes to make a puppet of her.
Pet. Oh monftrous arrogance:

Thou lyeft, thou thred, thou thimble,

Thou yard three quarters, halfe yard, quarter, naile,
Thou flea, thou nit, thou winter cricket thou:
Brau'd in mine owne houfe with a fkeine of thred:

Away

Away thou ragge, thou quantitie, thou remnant,
Or I fhall fo be-mete thee with thy yard,

As thou shalt thinke on prating whil'ft thou liu'ft:
I tell thee I, that thou hast marr'd her gowne.

Tail. Your worship is deceiu'd, the gowne is made
Iuft as my mafter had direction:

Grumio gave order how it fhould be done.

Gru. I gaue him no order, I gaue him the ftuffe.
Tail. But how did you defire it should be made?
Gru. Marrie fir with needle and thred.

Tail. But did you not requeft to haue it cut?
Gru. Thou haft fac'd many things.

Tail. I haue.

Gru. Face not mee: thou haft brau'd many men, braue not me; I will neither bee fac'd nor brau'd. I fay vnto thee, I bid thy master cut out the gowne, but I did not bid him cut it to pieces; ergo thou lieft.

Tail. Why heere is the note of the fashion to testific.
Pet. Read it.

Gru. The note lies in's throate if he say I faid fo.

Tail. Inprimis a loose bodied gowne.

Gru. Mafter, if euer I faid loofe-bodied gowne, fow me in

the skirts of it, and beate me to death with a bottome of browne thred: I said a gɔwne.

Pet. Proceede.

Gru. Error i'th bill fir, error i'th bill? I commanded the

and fow'd vp againe, and that Ile

fleeues fhould be cut out,

proue

proue vpon thee, though thy little finger be armed in a

thimble.

Tail. This is true that I fay, and I had thee in place. where, thou fhouldft know it.

Gru. I am for thee ftraight: take thou the bill, giue me thy meate-yard, and spare not me.

Hor. God-a-mercy Grumio, then he shall haue no oddes.
Pet. Well fir in breefe the gowne is not for me.
Gru. You are i'th right fir, 'tis for my miftris.

Pet. Go take it vp vnto thy masters vse.

Gru. Villaine, not for thy life: take vp my mistreffe gowne for thy mafters vfe.

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

Gru. Oh fir, the conceit is deeper then you thinke for: Take vp my miftris gowne to his mafters vse.

Oh fie, fie, fie.

Pet. Hortenfio, fay thou wilt fee the tailor paide.

Go take it hence, be gone, and fay no more.

Hor. Tailor, Ile pay thee for thy gowne to morrow, Take no vnkindneffe of his haftie words:

Away I fay, commend me to thy master.

Exit. Tail.

Pet. Well come my Kate, we will vnto your fathers,
Euen in these honeft meane habiliments:

Our purses shall be proud, our garments poore:
For 'tis the minde that makes the bodie rich.

And as the funne breakes through the darkest clouds,
So honor peereth in the meanest habit.

What is the iay more precious then the larke?
Because his feathers are more beautifull.

Or is the adder better then the eele,.
Because his painted fkin contents the eye.
Oh no Kate: neither art thou the worfe
For this poore furniture, and meane array.

If thou accountedft it fhame, lay it on me,
And therefore frolike, we will hence forthwith,
To feast and sport vs at thy fathers house,
Go call my men, and let vs straight to him,
And bring our horfes vnto Long-lane end,
There will we mount, and thither walke on foote,
Let's fee, I thinke 'tis now fome feuen a clocke,
And well may we come there by dinner time.
Kate. I dare affure you fir, 'tis almost two,
And 'twill be fupper time ere you come there.
Pet. It shall be feuen ere I go to horse :
Looke what I fpeake, or do, or thinke to doe,
You are still croffing it, firs let 't alone,

I will not goe to day, and ere I doe,

It shall be what a clock I fay it is.

Hor. Why fo this gallant will command the funne.

Enter Tranio, and the Pedant dreft like Vincentio. Tra. Sirs, this is the house, please it you that I call. Ped. I what elfe, and but I be deceiued,

Signior Baptifta may remember me

Neere twentie yeares agoe in Genoa.

Tra. Where wee were lodgers, at the Pegafus, 'Tis well, and hold your owne in any cafe

With such aufteritie as longeth to a father.

Enter Biondello.

Ped. I warrant you: but fir here comes your boy, 'Twere good he weere school'd.

Tra. Feare you not him: firra Biondello,

Now doe your dutie throughlie I aduise you :

Imagine 'twere the right Vincentio

Bion. Tut, feare not me.