1    No, no, forsooth; I dare not for my life.

2    The more my wrong, the more his spite appears:
3    What, did he marry me to famish me?
4    Beggars, that come unto my father's door,
5    Upon entreaty have a present aims;
6    If not, elsewhere they meet with charity:
7    But I, who never knew how to entreat,
8    Nor never needed that I should entreat,
9    Am starved for meat, giddy for lack of sleep,
10   With oath kept waking and with brawling fed:
11   And that which spites me more than all these wants,
12   He does it under name of perfect love;
13   As who should say, if I should sleep or eat,
14   'Twere deadly sickness or else present death.
15   I prithee go and get me some repast;
16   I care not what, so it be wholesome food.

17   What say you to a neat's foot?

18   'Tis passing good: I prithee let me have it.

19   I fear it is too choleric a meat.
20   How say you to a fat tripe finely broil'd?

21   I like it well: good Grumio, fetch it me.

22   I cannot tell; I fear 'tis choleric.
23   What say you to a piece of beef and mustard?

24   A dish that I do love to feed upon.

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

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

27   Nay then, I will not: you shall have the mustard,
28   Or else you get no beef of Grumio.

29   Then both, or one, or any thing thou wilt.

30   Why then, the mustard without the beef.

31   Go, get thee gone, thou false deluding slave,
Beats him
32   That feed'st me with the very name of meat:
33   Sorrow on thee and all the pack of you,
34   That triumph thus upon my misery!
35   Go, get thee gone, I say.

36   How fares my Kate? What, sweeting, all amort?

37   Mistress, what cheer?

38   Faith, as cold as can be.

39   Pluck up thy spirits; look cheerfully upon me.
40   Here love; thou see'st how diligent I am
41   To dress thy meat myself and bring it thee:
42   I am sure, sweet Kate, this kindness merits thanks.
43   What, not a word? Nay, then thou lovest it not;
44   And all my pains is sorted to no proof.
45   Here, take away this dish.

46   I pray you, let it stand.

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

49   I thank you, sir.

50   Signior Petruchio, fie! you are to blame.
51   Come, mistress Kate, I'll bear you company.

Aside
52    Eat it up all, Hortensio, if thou lovest me.
53   Much good do it unto thy gentle heart!
54   Kate, eat apace: and now, my honey love,
55   Will we return unto thy father's house
56   And revel it as bravely as the best,
57   With silken coats and caps and golden rings,
58   With ruffs and cuffs and fardingales and things;
59   With scarfs and fans and double change of bravery,
60   With amber bracelets, beads and all this knavery.
61   What, hast thou dined? The tailor stays thy leisure,
62   To deck thy body with his ruffling treasure.
Enter Tailor
63   Come, tailor, let us see these ornaments;
64   Lay forth the gown.
Enter Haberdasher
65   What news with you, sir?

66   Here is the cap your worship did bespeak.

67   Why, this was moulded on a porringer;
68   A velvet dish: fie, fie! 'tis lewd and filthy:
69   Why, 'tis a cockle or a walnut-shell,
70   A knack, a toy, a trick, a baby's cap:
71   Away with it! come, let me have a bigger.

72   I'll have no bigger: this doth fit the time,
73   And gentlewomen wear such caps as these

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

Aside
76    That will not be in haste.

77   Why, sir, I trust I may have leave to speak;
78   And speak I will; I am no child, no babe:
79   Your betters have endured me say my mind,
80   And if you cannot, best you stop your ears.
81   My tongue will tell the anger of my heart,
82   Or else my heart concealing it will break,
83   And rather than it shall, I will be free
84   Even to the uttermost, as I please, in words.

85   Why, thou say'st true; it is a paltry cap,
86   A custard-coffin, a bauble, a silken pie:
87   I love thee well, in that thou likest it not.

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

90   Thy gown? why, ay: come, tailor, let us see't.
91   O mercy, God! what masquing stuff is here?
92   What's this? a sleeve? 'tis like a demi-cannon:
93   What, up and down, carved like an apple-tart?
94   Here's snip and nip and cut and slish and slash,
95   Like to a censer in a barber's shop:
96   Why, what, i' devil's name, tailor, call'st thou this?

Aside
97    I see she's like to have neither cap nor gown.

98   You bid me make it orderly and well,
99   According to the fashion and the time.

100  Marry, and did; but if you be remember'd,
101  I did not bid you mar it to the time.
102  Go, hop me over every kennel home,
103  For you shall hop without my custom, sir:
104  I'll none of it: hence! make your best of it.

105  I never saw a better-fashion'd gown,
106  More quaint, more pleasing, nor more commendable:
107  Belike you mean to make a puppet of me.

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

109  She says your worship means to make
110  a puppet of her.

111  O monstrous arrogance! Thou liest, thou thread,
112  thou thimble,
113  Thou yard, three-quarters, half-yard, quarter, nail!
114  Thou flea, thou nit, thou winter-cricket thou!
115  Braved in mine own house with a skein of thread?
116  Away, thou rag, thou quantity, thou remnant;
117  Or I shall so be-mete thee with thy yard
118  As thou shalt think on prating whilst thou livest!
119  I tell thee, I, that thou hast marr'd her gown.

120  Your worship is deceived; the gown is made
121  Just as my master had direction:
122  Grumio gave order how it should be done.

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

124  But how did you desire it should be made?

125  Marry, sir, with needle and thread.

126  But did you not request to have it cut?

127  Thou hast faced many things.

128  I have.

129  Face not me: thou hast braved many men; brave not
130  me; I will neither be faced nor braved. I say unto
131  thee, I bid thy master cut out the gown; but I did
132  not bid him cut it to pieces: ergo, thou liest.

133  Why, here is the note of the fashion to testify

134  Read it.

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

Reads
136   'Imprimis, a loose-bodied gown:'

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

140  Proceed.

Reads
141   'With a small compassed cape:'

142  I confess the cape.

Reads
143   'With a trunk sleeve:'

144  I confess two sleeves.

Reads
145   'The sleeves curiously cut.'

146  Ay, there's the villany.

147  Error i' the bill, sir; error i' the bill.
148  I commanded the sleeves should be cut out and
149  sewed up again; and that I'll prove upon thee,
150  though thy little finger be armed in a thimble.

151  This is true that I say: an I had thee
152  in place where, thou shouldst know it.

153  I am for thee straight: take thou the
154  bill, give me thy mete-yard, and spare not me.

155  God-a-mercy, Grumio! then he shall have no odds.

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

157  You are i' the right, sir: 'tis for my mistress.

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

159  Villain, not for thy life: take up my mistress'
160  gown for thy master's use!

161  Why, sir, what's your conceit in that?

162  O, sir, the conceit is deeper than you think for:
163  Take up my mistress' gown to his master's use!
164  O, fie, fie, fie!

Aside
165   Hortensio, say thou wilt see the tailor paid.
166  Go take it hence; be gone, and say no more.

167  Tailor, I'll pay thee for thy gown tomorrow:
168  Take no unkindness of his hasty words:
169  Away! I say; commend me to thy master.

170  Well, come, my Kate; we will unto your father's
171  Even in these honest mean habiliments:
172  Our purses shall be proud, our garments poor;
173  For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich;
174  And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds,
175  So honour peereth in the meanest habit.
176  What is the jay more precious than the lark,
177  Because his fathers are more beautiful?
178  Or is the adder better than the eel,
179  Because his painted skin contents the eye?
180  O, no, good Kate; neither art thou the worse
181  For this poor furniture and mean array.
182  if thou account'st it shame. lay it on me;
183  And therefore frolic: we will hence forthwith,
184  To feast and sport us at thy father's house.
185  Go, call my men, and let us straight to him;
186  And bring our horses unto Long-lane end;
187  There will we mount, and thither walk on foot
188  Let's see; I think 'tis now some seven o'clock,
189  And well we may come there by dinner-time.

190  I dare assure you, sir, 'tis almost two;
191  And 'twill be supper-time ere you come there.

192  It shall be seven ere I go to horse:
193  Look, what I speak, or do, or think to do,
194  You are still crossing it. Sirs, let't alone:
195  I will not go to-day; and ere I do,
196  It shall be what o'clock I say it is.

Aside
197   Why, so this gallant will command the sun.