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Kath. I never saw a better fashion'd
gown, More quaint, more pleasing, nor more commend
able : Belike, you mean to make a puppet of me. 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, 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 whilst thou liv'st ! I tell thee, I, that thou hast marr’d her gown.
Tai. Your worship is deceiv'd; the gown is made
Gru. I gave him no order, I gave him the stuff.
Gru. Face not me: thou hast braved many men ;' brave not me; I will neither be faced nor brayed.
thou thread, Thou thimble,] The tailor's trade, having an appearance of effeminacy, has always been, among the rugged English, liable to sarcasms and contempt. Johnson.
be-mete --] i. e. be-ineasure thee.
faced many things.] i. e. turned up many gowns, &c. with facings, &c.
braved many men;] i. e. made many men fine. Bravery was the ancient term for elegance of dress. VOL. III.
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,
me in the skirts of it, and beat me to death with a bottom of brown thread: I said, a gown.
Gru. Error i'the bill, sir ; error i'the bill. I commanded the sleeves should be cut out, and sewed up again ; and that I'll prove upon thee, though thy little finger be armed in a thimble.
Tai. This is true, that I say; an I had thee in place where, thou shoud'st know it.
Gru. I am for thee straight : take thou the bill, give me thy mete-yard,' and spare not me.
Hor. God-a-mercy, Grumio! then he shall have
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.
a small compassed cape;] A compassed cape is a round cape. To compass is to come round. Johnson.
thy mete-yard,] i. e. thy measuring yard.
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 ?
for : Take up my mistress' gown to his master's use ! O, fye, fye, fye! 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-mor
Take no unkindness of his hasty words.
[Exit Tailor. 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 clouds, So honour peereth in the meanest habit. What, is the jay more precious than the lark, Because his feathers are more beautiful? Or is the adder better than the eel, Because his painted skin contents the eye? O, no, good Kate; neither art thou the worse For this poor furniture, and mean array. If thou account'st it shame, lay it on me: And therefore, frolick; we will hence forthwith, To feast and sport us at thy father's house.Go, call my men, and let us straight to him; And bring our horses unto Long-lane end, There will we mount, and thither walk on foot. Let's see; I think, 'tis now some seven o'clock, And well we may come there by dinner time. Kath. I dare assure you, sir, 'tis almost two;
And 'twill be supper-time, ere you come there.
Pet. It shall be seven, ere I go to horse:
Padua. Before Baptista's House.
Enter TRANIO, and the Pedant dressed like
*Twere good, he were school'd.
Tra. Fear you not him. Sirrah, Biondello, *Now do your duty throughly, I advise you; Imagine 'twere the right Vincentio.
Bion. Tut! fear not me.
but I be deceived,] But, i c. unless,
Tra. But hast thou done thy errand to Baptista?
Bion. I told him, that your father was at Venice; And that you look'd for him this day in Padua. Tra. Thou’rt a tall fellow; hold thee that to
drink. Here comes Baptista:-set your countenance, sir.
Enter BAPTISTA and LUCENTIO.
Ped. Soft, son! -
Bap. Sir, pardon me in what I have to say;Your plainness, and your shortness, please me well. Right true it is, your son Lucentio here Doth love my daughter, and she loveth hiin, Or both dissemble deeply their affections: And, therefore, if you say no more than this, That like a father you will deal with him,
* For curious I cannot be with you,] Curious is scrupulous,