A Room in PETRUCHIO’S House. | |
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Enter KATHARINA and GRUMIO. | |
| Gru. No, no, forsooth; I dare not, for my life. | |
| Kath. The more my wrong the more his spite appears. | 4 |
| What, did he marry me to famish me? | |
| Beggars, that come unto my father’s door, | |
| Upon entreaty have a present alms; | |
| If not, elsewhere they meet with charity: | 8 |
| But I, who never knew how to entreat, | |
| Nor never needed that I should entreat, | |
| Am starv’d for meat, giddy for lack of sleep; | |
| With oaths kept waking, and with brawling fed. | 12 |
| And that which spites me more than all these wants, | |
| He does it under name of perfect love; | |
| As who should say, if I should sleep or eat | |
| ’Twere deadly sickness, or else present death. | 16 |
| I prithee go and get me some repast; | |
| I care not what, so it be wholesome food. | |
| Gru. What say you to a neat’s foot? | |
| Kath. ’Tis passing good: I prithee let me have it. | 20 |
| Gru. I fear it is too choleric a meat. | |
| How say you to a fat tripe finely broil’d? | |
| Kath. I like it well: good Grumio, fetch it me. | |
| Gru. I cannot tell; I fear ’tis choleric. | 24 |
| What say you to a piece of beef and mustard? | |
| Kath. A dish that I do love to feed upon. | |
| Gru. Ay, but the mustard is too hot a little. | |
| Kath. Why, then the beef, and let the mustard rest. | 28 |
| Gru. Nay, then I will not: you shall have the mustard, | |
| Or else you get no beef of Grumio. | |
| Kath. Then both, or one, or anything thou wilt. | |
| Gru. Why then, the mustard without the beef. | 32 |
| Kath. Go, get thee gone, thou false deluding slave, [Beats him. | |
| That feed’st me with the very name of meat. | |
| Sorrow on thee and all the pack of you, | |
| That triumph thus upon my misery! | 36 |
| Go, get thee gone, I say. | |
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Enter PETRUCHIO with a dish of meat; and HORTENSIO. | |
| Pet. How fares my Kate? What, sweeting, all amort? | |
| Hor. Mistress, what cheer? | 40 |
| Kath. Faith, as cold as can be. | |
| 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: [Sets the dish on a table. | 44 |
| I am 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 this dish. | 48 |
| Kath. I pray you, let it stand. | |
| Pet. The poorest service is repaid with thanks, | |
| And so shall mine, before you touch the meat. | |
| Kath. I thank you, sir. | 52 |
| Hor. Signior Petruchio, fie! you are to blame. | |
| Come, Mistress Kate, I’ll bear you company. | |
| Pet. [Aside.] Eat it up all, Hortensio, if thou lov’st me. | |
| Much good do it unto thy gentle heart! | 56 |
| 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 silken coats and caps and golden rings, | 60 |
| With ruffs and cuffs and farthingales and things; | |
| With scarfs and fans and double change of bravery, | |
| With amber bracelets, beads and all this knavery. | |
| What! hast thou din’d? The tailor stays thy leisure, | 64 |
| To deck thy body with his ruffling treasure. | |
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Enter Tailor. | |
| Come, tailor, let us see these ornaments; | |
| Lay forth the gown.— | 68 |
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Enter Haberdasher. | |
| What news with you, sir? | |
| Hab. Here is the cap your worship did bespeak. | |
| Pet. Why, this was moulded on a porringer; | 72 |
| A velvet dish: fie, fie! ’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. | 76 |
| Kath. 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. | 80 |
| Hor. [Aside.] That will not be in haste. | |
| Kath. Why, sir, I trust I may have leave to speak, | |
| And speak I will; I am no child, no babe: | |
| Your betters have endur’d me say my mind, | 84 |
| 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 | 88 |
| Even to the uttermost, as I please, in words. | |
| Pet. Why, thou sayst true; it is a paltry cap, | |
| A custard-coffin, a bauble, a silken pie. | |
| I love thee well in that thou lik’st it not. | 92 |
| Kath. Love me or love me not, I like the cap, | |
| And it I will have, or I will have none. [Exit Haberdasher. | |
| Pet. Thy gown? why, ay: come, tailor, let us see’t. | |
| O mercy, God! what masquing stuff is here? | 96 |
| What’s this? a sleeve? ’tis like a demi-cannon: | |
| What! up and down, carv’d like an apple-tart? | |
| Here’s snip and nip and cut and slish and slash, | |
| Like to a censer in a barber’s shop. | 100 |
| Why, what, i’ devil’s name, tailor, call’st thou this? | |
| Hor. [Aside.] I see, she’s like to have neither cap nor gown. | |
| Tai. You bid me make it orderly and well, | |
| According to the fashion and the time. | 104 |
| Pet. Marry, and did: but if you be remember’d, | |
| 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. | 108 |
| I’ll none of it: hence! make your best of it. | |
| Kath. I never saw a better-fashion’d gown, | |
| More quaint, more pleasing, nor more commendable. | |
| Belike you mean to make a puppet of me. | 112 |
| 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, | 116 |
| 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, | 120 |
| 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 | 124 |
| Just as my master had direction. | |
| Grumio gave order how it should be done. | |
| Gru. I gave him no order; I gave him the stuff. | |
| Tai. But how did you desire it should be made? | 128 |
| Gru. Marry, sir, with needle and thread. | |
| Tai. But did you not request to have it cut? | |
| Gru. Thou hast faced many things. | |
| Tai. I have. | 132 |
| 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 ’s throat if he say I said so. | 136 |
| 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. | |
| Pet. Proceed. | |
| Tai. With a small compassed cape. | 140 |
| Gru. I confess the cape. | |
| Tai. With a trunk sleeve. | |
| Gru. I confess two sleeves. | |
| Tai. The sleeves curiously cut. | 144 |
| Pet. Ay, there’s the villany. | |
| 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 shouldst know it. | |
| Gru. I am for thee straight: take thou the bill, give me thy mete-yard, and spare not me. | 148 |
| 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. | 152 |
| 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! | 156 |
| O, fie, fie, fie! | |
| Pet. [Aside.] Hortensio, say thou wilt see the tailor paid. | |
| [To Tailor.] Go take it hence; be gone, and say no more. | |
| Hor. [Aside to Tailor.] Tailor, I’ll pay thee for thy gown to-morrow: | 160 |
| Take no unkindness of his hasty words. | |
| Away! I say; commend me to thy master. [Exit Tailor. | |
| Pet. Well, come, my Kate; we will unto your father’s, | |
| Even in these honest mean habiliments. | 164 |
| 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. | 168 |
| 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? | 172 |
| 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 frolic: we will hence forthwith, | 176 |
| 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. | 180 |
| 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. | 184 |
| Pet. It shall be seven ere I go to horse. | |
| Look, what I speak, or do, or think to do, | |
| You are still crossing it. Sirs, let’t alone: | |
| I will not go to-day; and ere I do, | 188 |
| It shall be what o’clock I say it is. | |
| Hor. Why, so this gallant will command the sun. [Exeunt. | |
