The Complete Works of William Shakespeare Part 484

GRUMIO. What say you to a neat's foot?

KATHERINA. 'Tis pa.s.sing good; I prithee let me have it.

GRUMIO. I fear it is too choleric a meat.

How say you to a fat tripe finely broil'd?

KATHERINA. I like it well; good Grumio, fetch it me.

GRUMIO. I cannot tell; I fear 'tis choleric.

What say you to a piece of beef and mustard?

KATHERINA. A dish that I do love to feed upon.

GRUMIO. Ay, but the mustard is too hot a little.

KATHERINA. Why then the beef, and let the mustard rest.

GRUMIO. Nay, then I will not; you shall have the mustard, Or else you get no beef of Grumio.

KATHERINA. Then both, or one, or anything thou wilt.

GRUMIO. Why then the mustard without the beef.

KATHERINA. 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!

Go, get thee gone, I say.

Enter PETRUCHIO, and HORTENSIO with meat

PETRUCHIO. How fares my Kate? What, sweeting, all amort?

HORTENSIO. Mistress, what cheer?

KATHERINA. Faith, as cold as can be.

PETRUCHIO. 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.

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.

KATHERINA. I pray you, let it stand.

PETRUCHIO. The poorest service is repaid with thanks; And so shall mine, before you touch the meat.

KATHERINA. I thank you, sir.

HORTENSIO. Signior Petruchio, fie! you are to blame.

Come, Mistress Kate, I'll bear you company.

PETRUCHIO. [Aside] Eat it up all, Hortensio, if thou lovest me.- Much good do it unto thy gentle heart!

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, With ruffs and cuffs and farthingales and things, With scarfs and fans and double change of brav'ry.

With amber bracelets, beads, and all this knav'ry.

What, hast thou din'd? The tailor stays thy leisure, To deck thy body with his ruffling treasure.

Enter TAILOR

Come, tailor, let us see these ornaments; Lay forth the gown.

Enter HABERDASHER

What news with you, sir?

HABERDASHER. Here is the cap your wors.h.i.+p did bespeak.

PETRUCHIO. Why, this was moulded on a porringer; A velvet dish. Fie, fie! 'tis lewd and filthy; Why, 'tis a c.o.c.kle or a walnut-sh.e.l.l, A knack, a toy, a trick, a baby's cap.

Away with it. Come, let me have a bigger.

KATHERINA. I'll have no bigger; this doth fit the time, And gentlewomen wear such caps as these.

PETRUCHIO. When you are gentle, you shall have one too, And not till then.

HORTENSIO. [Aside] That will not be in haste.

KATHERINA. 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, 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 Even to the uttermost, as I please, in words.

PETRUCHIO. Why, thou say'st 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.

KATHERINA. Love me or love me not, I like the cap; And it I will have, or I will have none. Exit HABERDASHER PETRUCHIO. Thy gown? Why, ay. Come, tailor, let us see't.

O mercy, G.o.d! what masquing stuff is here?

What's this? A sleeve? 'Tis like a demi-cannon.

What, up and down, carv'd like an appletart?

Here's snip and nip and cut and slish and slash, Like to a censer in a barber's shop.

Why, what a devil's name, tailor, call'st thou this?

HORTENSIO. [Aside] I see she's like to have neither cap nor gown.

TAILOR. You bid me make it orderly and well, According to the fas.h.i.+on and the time.

PETRUCHIO. Marry, and did; but if you be rememb'red, 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.

I'll none of it; hence! make your best of it.

KATHERINA. I never saw a better fas.h.i.+on'd gown, More quaint, more pleasing, nor more commendable; Belike you mean to make a puppet of me.

PETRUCHIO. Why, true; he means to make a puppet of thee.

TAILOR. She says your wors.h.i.+p means to make a puppet of her.

PETRUCHIO. 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 quant.i.ty, thou remnant; Or I shall so bemete 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.

TAILOR. Your wors.h.i.+p is deceiv'd; the gown is made Just as my master had direction.

Grumio gave order how it should be done.

GRUMIO. I gave him no order; I gave him the stuff.

TAILOR. But how did you desire it should be made?

GRUMIO. Marry, sir, with needle and thread.

TAILOR. But did you not request to have it cut?

GRUMIO. Thou hast fac'd many things.

TAILOR. I have.

GRUMIO. Face not me. Thou hast brav'd many men; brave not me. I will neither be fac'd nor brav'd. 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.

TAILOR. Why, here is the note of the fas.h.i.+on to testify.

PETRUCHIO. Read it.

GRUMIO. The note lies in's throat, if he say I said so.

TAILOR. [Reads] 'Imprimis, a loose-bodied gown'- GRUMIO. 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 bread; I said a gown.

PETRUCHIO. Proceed.

TAILOR. [Reads] 'With a small compa.s.s'd cape'- GRUMIO. I confess the cape.

TAILOR. [Reads] 'With a trunk sleeve'- GRUMIO. I confess two sleeves.

TAILOR. [Reads] 'The sleeves curiously cut.'

PETRUCHIO. Ay, there's the villainy.

GRUMIO. Error i' th' bill, sir; error i' th' bill! I commanded the sleeves should be cut out, and sew'd up again; and that I'll prove upon thee, though thy little finger be armed in a thimble.

TAILOR. This is true that I say; an I had thee in place where, thou shouldst know it.

GRUMIO. I am for thee straight; take thou the bill, give me thy meteyard, and spare not me.

HORTENSIO. G.o.d-a-mercy, Grumio! Then he shall have no odds.

PETRUCHIO. Well, sir, in brief, the gown is not for me.

GRUMIO. You are i' th' right, sir; 'tis for my mistress.

PETRUCHIO. Go, take it up unto thy master's use.

GRUMIO. Villain, not for thy life! Take up my mistress' gown for thy master's use!

PETRUCHIO. Why, sir, what's your conceit in that?