3 O mercy, heav'n, what mafking ftuff is here [Afide Tay. You bid me make it orderly and well, According to the fashion of the time, Pet. Marry, and did but if you be remembred, I did not bid you mar it to the time, Go, hop me over every kennel home, For you fhall hop without my custom, Sir: I'll none of it; hence, make you best of it. Cath. I never faw a better-fashion'd gown, More quaint, more pleafing, nor more commendable. Belike, you mean to make a puppet of me. Pet. Why, true, he means to make a puppet of thee. Tay. She fays, your Worship means to make a puppet of her. Pet. Oh most monftrous arrogance! Thou lyeft, thou thread, thou thimble †, As thou fhalt think on prating whilst thou liv'st : Cenfers, in barbers fhops, are now disused, but they may eafily be imagined to have been veffels which, for the emiffion of the fmoke, were cut with great number and varieties of Tay. Your Worship is deceiv'd, the gown is made Juft as my mafter had direction. Grumio gave order how it should be done. interfices. The taylor's trade having an appearance of effeminacy, has always been, among the rugged English, liable to farcafms and contempt. Gru. I gave him no order, I gave him the ftuff. Tay. I have. I Gru. Face not me: thou haft brav'd many men, brave not me; I will neither be fac'd, nor brav'd. fay unto thee, I bid thy mafter cut out the gown, but I did not bid him cut it to pieces. Ergo, thou lieft. Tay. Why, here is the note of the fashion to testify. Gru. The note lies in his throat, if he fay I said fo. Gru. Mafter, if ever I faid loofe-bodied gown, fow me up in the fkirts of it, and beat me to death with a bottom of brown thread: I faid a gown. Pet. Proceed. Tay. With a small compaft cape. Gru. Error i' th' bill, Sir, error i' th' bill: I commanded, the fleeves fhould be cut out, and fow'd up again; and that I'll prove upon thee, tho' thy little finger be armed in a thimble. Tay. This is true, that I fay; an I had thee in place where, thou fhou'dft know it.. Gru. I am for thee straight: take thou the bill, give me thy meet-yard, and spare not me. Hor. God-a-mercy, Grumio, then he shall have no odds. Pet. Well, Sir, in brief the gown is not for me. Gru. Gru. Villain, not for thy life: take up my mistress's gown for thy master's ufe! Pet. Why, Sir, what's your conceit in that? Gru. Oh, Sir, the conceit is deeper than you for; think Take up my miftrefs's gown unto his master's use; Oh, fy, fy, fy! Pet. Hortenfio, fay, thou wilt fee the taylor paid. [Afide. Go take it hence, be gone, and fay no more. row, Take no unkindness of his hafty words: Even in these honeft mean habiliments : Our purfes fhall be proud, our garments poor; Cath. I dare affure you, Sir, 'tis almost two; And 'twill be fupper-time ere you come there. Pet. It fhall be feven, ere I go to horfe. Look, Look, what I fpeak, or do, or think to do, Hor. Why, fo; this Gallant will command the [Exeunt Pet. Cath. and Hor. Sun. [The Prefenters above, fpeak here. 1. Lord. Who's within there? Enter Servants. Afleep again! go take him eafily up, and put him in his own apparel again. But fee, you wake him not in any cafe. Serv. It shall be bim bence. [Sly Дeeps. $ done, my Lord; come help to bear [They bear of Sly. 9S CENE IX. Before Baptifta's Houfe. Tra. Enter Tranio, and the Pedant dreft like Vincentio. IR, this is the house, please it you, that I call? SIR, Ped. Ay, what elfe! and (but I be deceived) I cannot but think, that the direction about the tinker, who is always introduced at the end of the acts, together with the change of the fcene, and the proportion of each act to the reft, make it probable that the fifth act begins here. Tra. Where we were Lodgers at the Pegafus.] This Line has in all the Editions hitherto been given to Tranio. But Tranio could with no Propriety speak this, either in his affum'd or real THEOBALD. Tra. 'Tis well, and hold your own in any cafe With fuch aufterity as longeth to a father. Enter Biondello. Ped. I warrant you: but, Sir, here comes your boy; 'Twere good, he were school'd. Tra. Fear you not him; firrah, Biondello, Now do your duty thoroughly, I advise you: Imagine, 'twere the right Vincentio. Bion. Tut, fear not me. Tra. But haft thou done thy errand to Baptifta? Bion. Bion. I told him, that your father was in Venice; And that you look'd for him this day in Padua. Tra. Th'art a tall fellow, hold thee that to drink; Here comes Baptifta; fet your countenance, Sir. SCENE X. Enter Baptifta and Lucentio. Tra. Signior Baptifta, you are happily met: I pray you stand, good Father, to me now, Ped. Soft, fon. Sir, by your leave, having come to Padua, To gather in fome debts, my fon Lucentio To have him match'd; and if you please to like For |