The Taming of the Shrew (Folio 1, 1623)
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The Taming of the Shrew.
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Enter Haberdasher.
¶Lay forth the gowne. What newes with you sir?
¶Pet. Why this was moulded on a porrenger,
¶A Veluet dish: Fie, fie, 'tis lewd and filthy,
2050Why 'tis a cockle or a walnut-shell,
¶A knacke, a toy, a tricke, a babies cap:
¶Away with it, come let me haue a bigger.
¶Kate. Ile haue no bigger, this doth fit the time,
¶And not till then.
¶And speake I will. I am no childe, no babe,
2060Your betters haue indur'd me say my minde,
¶My tongue will tell the anger of my heart,
¶Or els my heart concealing it wil breake,
¶And rather then it shall, I will be free,
¶I loue thee well in that thou lik'st it not.
¶Kate. Loue me, or loue me not, I like the cap,
2070And it I will haue, or I will haue none.
¶Whats this? a sleeue? 'tis like demi cannon,
¶What, vp and downe caru'd like an apple Tart?
¶Why what a deuils name Tailor cal'st thou this?
¶Tai. You bid me make it orderlie and well,
2080According to the fashion, and the time.
¶Pet. Marrie and did: but if you be remembred,
¶I did not bid you marre it to the time.
¶Go hop me ouer euery kennell home,
2085Ile none of it; hence, make your best of it.
¶More queint, more pleasing, nor more commendable:
¶Belike you meane to make a puppet of me.
¶Pet. Why true, he meanes to make a puppet of thee.
¶puppet of her.
¶Thou lyest, thou thred, thou thimble,
¶Thou yard three quarters, halfe yard, quarter, naile,
2095Thou Flea, thou Nit, thou winter cricket thou:
¶Away thou Ragge, thou quantitie, thou remnant,
2100I tell thee I, that thou hast marr'd her gowne.
¶Grumio gaue order how it should be done.
¶Tail. I haue.
¶braue not me; I will neither bee fac'd nor brau'd. I say
¶vnto thee, I bid thy Master cut out the gowne, but I did
¶not bid him cut it to peeces. Ergo thou liest.
2115Pet. Reade it.
¶me in the skirts of it, and beate me to death with a bot-
2120tome of browne thred: I said a gowne.
¶Pet. Proceede.
¶Pet. I there's the villanie.
2130that Ile proue vpon thee, though thy little finger be ar-
¶med in a thimble.
2135me thy meat-yard, and spare not me.
¶oddes.
¶Oh fie, fie, fie.
¶Go take it hence, be gone, and say no more.
¶Hor. Tailor, Ile pay thee for thy gowne to morrow,
Exit Tail.
¶Pet. Well, come my Kate, we will vnto your fathers,
2155For 'tis the minde that makes the bodie rich.
¶And as the Sunne breakes through the darkest clouds,
¶So honor peereth in the meanest habit.
¶What is the Iay more precious then the Larke?
¶Because his feathers are more beautifull.
2160Or is the Adder better then the Eele,
¶Because his painted skin contents the eye.
¶Oh no good Kate: neither art thou the worse
¶For this poore furniture, and meane array.
2165And therefore frolicke, we will hence forthwith,
¶Go call my men, and let vs straight to him,
¶And bring our horses vnto Long-lane end,
¶There wil we mount, and thither walke on foote,
¶And well we may come there by dinner time.
¶And 'twill be supper time ere you come there.
2175Looke what I speake, or do, or thinke to doe,
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